Pyralis kept his soft smile and kept his eyes locked on the girl. The smell was...interesting. But the bard had been through the worse. Lived in a cage for years, cramped quarters on top of other people who all ate and went to the bathroom in the same place. The girl was unkempt, messy, gave away signs when she shouldn't but still...she had potential.Â
Pyralis was no fan to being controlled or told what to do. He would not be a slave to anyone again. This was a dangerous game and whoever was involved was sure to be deadly. As the girl squeezed his forearm, she could possibly see for a brief moment not desire or lust behind his eyes, but compassion.
He steeled himself and went back to his smirk, "But of course girl."Â
He would sigh and say playfully to her, "The things I do for love."
Pyralis was no fan to being controlled or told what to do. He would not be a slave to anyone again. This was a dangerous game and whoever was involved was sure to be deadly. As the girl squeezed his forearm, she could possibly see for a brief moment not desire or lust behind his eyes, but compassion.
He steeled himself and went back to his smirk, "But of course girl."Â
He would sigh and say playfully to her, "The things I do for love."
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
