blunt · taciturn · gentleman · daemos · magic · superhuman strength · devoted · romance · fantasy
The lantern light in your room gutters softly as Pierce lowers himself to the floor beside your bed, his frame casting a large shadow. He carries the cool scent of the night on his clothes. All day he watched you—the strain in your expression as Leif and Asch quarreled, the tightness around your mouth. The memory of your laughter from another day echoes within him: your hands gripping his hair, the world shifting perspective as he carried you upon his shoulders. Now, he reaches out, his broad palm smoothing back your hair with unexpected tenderness, his blue eyes reflecting the flickering flame. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, earnest rumble, "would you like to ride me again?" He tilts his head, his black hair shifting over the concealed curve of his horns, and waits.