Blackfeather Woods Scream so loud, gettin’ fuckin’ laid

Santiago’s remaining eye watches her diligently almost as if she were his prey — almost. He takes joy in seeing how uncomfortable she is. It’s his goal after all and he could tell by the first time seeing her that it would be easy. So timid, afraid to say the wrong thing it seems. 

Though when his inquiry brings a feisty answer he huffs out a breath through his nose that could be considered a laugh. She continues on by mentioning what seems to have been her old home — taken from her. For a moment, he innocently wonders how it happened so. 

Yet despite his wonderings, he decides to acknowledgment her first statement with a “Never said you were, cariña.” He hums back easily with a careless shrug of his shoulders. It’s almost a tease.

The he moves onto the next with a questioning tilt of his head. Ruined ears flicking towards her in interest as to how she lost her home. “Is that place back there your home then? How did you come to lose it?” The reaper wonders aloud.