Haunted Wood i will devour you

it is clear that he understands her. that beyond the dull, convincingly dead, look in his eyes and the lack of manners he boasts, he is not dumb.

or, in some amount, he is intelligent.

those rounded, nicked ears twitch, peeling outwards to remain observant of their surroundings; but he visibly relaxes, if even a little. he likes this woman, and thinks that he should take her back to his brother. deimos would be proud of him for finding someone like her.

erebos lowers his head, not wishing for her to look upon his disgrace any longer than she should. he wishes to spare her eyes, clear in the way his nose tentatively reaches forwards; to place a kiss upon each of her eyes. an apology.

and he nods at her question. but then shakes his head. yes, it is why he wheezes. no, it is not painful. anymore.