Go to the Bar, they said. It will be fun, they said. || dontmess-withdamien
He was about to speak up and say he couldn’t heal that fast anymore (with being curse-free now and all) but decided against it, finding it irrelevant. It was a bit of a relief that she agreed to his proposition, but it still didn’t mean to him that they were good. Their “good scale” was outbalanced , and Damien only did so because he wanted to - or that was how he saw it. He did what he wanted, and that was it. He hopped slightly on his one good leg and had a thoughtful look on his face as he tried to explain. “It came with the demon package. I just kept the powers for some reason when I turned human.” Well, he got to bring that up after all.
{ ♔ } - - - - - ‘Demon package’; she did not whether to feel scared or to just shrug it off. True, it was not the first time she encountered someone like Damien but this was the closest she had gotten to one. He was even the first to harm her. My fault, my fault. “Am I supposed to be scared or what? I wouldn’t want to look like an idiot to you again.” she said, warily watching him as she kept her form to support him. “Yes, I should be afraid of you when you’re pissed off and I should not be the one to piss you off.” she sighed in relief.
