Deepwood Weald Just By The Way He Looks

Gently she continues to move beside him. A calmness washes over her in his presence. To know she is in the company of someone that knows this place and someone that is so open with her diminishes any lack of hopefulness. She knows not the depths of his darkness, and no qualm could be had. She had been chosen and so she would follow. 

 Abaddon was so handsome, so remarkable, and she found herself always captivated by his eyes. A chill ran the course of her spine at his words. Percieving them as nothing short of flirtation, "I know poisions and I know how to elevate a good feeling," A coy smile pulling at inky lips and the blonde beauty inquires, though carefully, of him, "What do you desire of me, Abaddon?" She only wanted to fulfill her life by fulfilling him.