Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

asmodeus. he followed when jorunn moved deeper into the willows. "you have good taste." the matte glitter of his eyes rested on her for a moment, and the smile that followed did not light them.

the darker it grew, the more his face would grow into a shadow, almost reptilian aside for the glimpses of his stark white forehead. asmodeus kept close at her side, pressing a kiss here or there as he allowed her to lead on.