Thread: Lucifer's Angel [ Fieryangel and Terucin ]

Sverdar's head came around in a measured response, his nearly glowing silver eyes meeting her deep blue eyes. If she had known the captain better, the angel might have been taken aback when there were flickers of emotion and a very faint wavering to be found in his eyes. It was very unusual for him to be affected by anything, or for him to show any reaction or emotion. Yet her words and the touch of her hand on his arm, while firm and solid seemed oddly soft, seemed to stir something within the pirate. The combination of her touch and words awakened something within him, memories and emotions he thought he had long since lost to the void which commonly held his days. Just where was all this coming from, and why did he feel like this female in front of him was becoming ever more important to him and his future by the moment they spent together? Yet despite his confusion and reservations, Sverdar's eyes remained locked with the angel's. Had the situation been any different or the two any anymore akin, it would have been a very deep and personal gaze that they shared as their wills clashed. It was enough to send his crew away, leaving the two alone and unhindered for the time being. Stand down and change my ways, you say? he asked, amusement tingeing the fringes of his even and steely voice. You command this as if you have the authority to demand such acts from me. Furthermore, you attempt to direct me so after saying that I will pay, my soul has been eaten away, and I am to be doomed to such a horrible fate. Tell me, as you seem to at least be smart enough to recognize that I have lost my sense of hope, for what reason should I ever do as you say? It cannot be for hope, for I have none. It can't be for salvation, for I am doomed. It can't be for my eternal soul, for that has been eaten away and ceases to exist, He shook his head slightly, but his gaze remained locked with hers. Their very appearances seemed at odds, he being as dark as she was light, his voice as hard as hers was light. The only way this differed was in their eyes, where his were alight and hers darker than could be imagined. Such a coupling was truly unique, and somehow had an air of being determined by fate. No, there seems to be no reason for me to do as you say. I see no reason to even try, when it seems the afterlife and cosmos themselves have set themselves against me should I attempt this foolish course of action of yours. I do not know where you hail from, but I suggest you return. The world of which you have just entered is not one where you can survive as you are. Confusion flitted across his face, so quickly that it seemed to never have been there and a trick of the light and imagination. Yet to his core, Sverdar was struck by a profound sense of unease, as he had already acted out of character. He didn't care about others, he had no emotional attachment to them. So why had he just offered her advice and tried to urge her to leave before harm came to her? It didn't make any sense to the man who had lived for so long by remaining in total control of his words and actions. Feeling protective of another was too drastic of a change for him to allow.