Ｔａｓｔｅ ｏｆ Ｐｏｉｓｏｎ {private}
cinematicbureaucrat:
William was almost relieved as she entered the room. At least her presence meant she could aid his pathetic condition and relieve him of his pain, in one way or another. Even though he felt more anxious than ever, alone in her presence and without his glasses and scythe, he was beginning to understand that perhaps she really wasn’t going to hurt him. The idea of being in her care repulsed him, but he had managed to allow himself to relax is guard, and allowed her to prod him as she saw fit.
“Horrid,” he said, swallowing to try to soothe his throat. “It’s cold in here as well… But I’m certain I’m now strong enough to return to my realm.”
His throat ached worse than he thought when he spoke, as if he had slept with his mouth open. Why was his mouth so dry? Whatever the reason, the dryness made his throat itch, and caused him to cough loudly once again. The pain was unbearable as he coughed, rattling his weakened body through his chest and his sides, and tearing at his throat.
He glanced at her briefly, covering his mouth. “I shouldn’t be troubling you.”
A smile pulled her lips, although, it was not one of malice. Strangely enough she found humour not in his situation, but his words. Cold. How nice it would be, to feel a chill upon her flesh. The succubi had only one temperature– sweltering. Her burning nature was something she had become accustomed to.
Ah, but to feel something cold? That would be wonderful.
"I’ve got something for that,“ The daemon mused softly, fingers withdrawing for now. The lengths of those skirts trailing after her as she browsed the selection of vials and canisters resting along the old wooden selves. Those manicured fingers would select two colourful vials, along with a fresh set of bandages. Without pausing she prowled her way back to his side, scarlet eyes studying him like a creature circling for a kill.
”Of all the things you might be, reaper, a trouble is not one of them.“ The woman mused, voice dripping out with that soft velvet edge. Was she teasing him? The smile that curled upon those painted lips surely seemed to hint that. The lady’s weight came to rest on the edge of his bed and one of the vials was offered towards him. A gentle warmth radiated from her presence; as if her temperature remained several degree’s above that of typical mortals.
”Drink this, it will the dull the pain and reduce your fever.“ She instructed, before that gaze fell to his bandages. ”I am uncertain if travelling is in your best interest. I suspect you have an infection.“ This was spoken honestly, and her gaze lifted to level those scarlet eyes upon him. How they burned so brightly.
”Unless you desire to tell me how to teleport to your headquarters? You’ll be staying in my deplorable company for another day.“ The creatures stern attitude didn’t leave room for much argument. Without waiting for a reply her fingers fell to pluck at his bandages, starting the tedious process of unwrapping them from around his midsection.
(Source: demon-madam)
