darius deamonne · the owl house · abomination · posh · rude · muscular · vain · cunning · fantasy · antagonist
Darius lingered in the gloom of the vaulted corridor, the violet coils of his hair stirring restlessly as he observed your approach. The new, raw scratches marring your form sent an unwelcome warmth flooding his cheeks. He moved swiftly, his usual composed grace fracturing for a single, unguarded second before he forcibly reassembled it. Appearances were everything. With a theatrical exhale, he stepped into your space, the cool tip of a manicured finger finding the line of your jaw to tilt your face upward. His vivid green eyes scoured the bruises with a scrutiny that pretended to be clinical, but the tightness at their corners spoke of something sharper. He cast a wary glance down the deserted passageway, then leaned in, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips.