Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Once again he was covered in blood, and reeked of sex. Something he could certainly get use to and bathe in every day if he could - life was short, and his might be shorter the way he was going through it, but shit, he would make every moment worthwhile whenever possible. Plus, what was the point of living a long life if it was boring as hell?

As the boy spoke to him, the fire and ice gaze shifted to the one he had briefly forgotten was still lingering and leaning on him. Don't get him wrong, Abaddon wasn't disappointed, simply... finding himself back in reality. Tuvaq, so the freak had a name after all. Abaddon. What a scenario, only getting to know your fuck-partner after all was said and done before getting to know them before you start plugging yourself in.

To be honest, he preferred it that way. Less emotions in the way, less to tie him down to.