Pestilence's eyes widened, but he stood his ground. But only partially because he was frozen to the spot with fear.
Imagine the scene, dear reader. Here is this newly fanged demon, former leader of the Host, standing against an elderly albino man, and the demon is about to beat the shit out of him. Any wise person in the albino's position would run as fast as their skinny legs would take them.
But wise men never fall in love.
"My wellbeing is nothing compared to Uriel's honor," (A part of the horseman's mind screamed 'did you just spout that chivalric bullshit outloud?' but the other part of his mind believed it fully. even so, he wasn't going to run massacre himself if he didn't have to... "I just hate to think of you showing up to your precious healer's door with a bruise."
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Date: 2006-03-30 09:31 am (UTC)Imagine the scene, dear reader. Here is this newly fanged demon, former leader of the Host, standing against an elderly albino man, and the demon is about to beat the shit out of him. Any wise person in the albino's position would run as fast as their skinny legs would take them.
But wise men never fall in love.
"My wellbeing is nothing compared to Uriel's honor," (A part of the horseman's mind screamed 'did you just spout that chivalric bullshit outloud?' but the other part of his mind believed it fully. even so, he wasn't going to run massacre himself if he didn't have to... "I just hate to think of you showing up to your precious healer's door with a bruise."