Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Pursing his lips, he looked to her again, eyes impossibly soft despite the words he was trying to force out. "I did not come here to ask anything more than company from you, darling. But I-" He shut his eyes, the willingness on her face making it hard for him to remain rational.
"I will not deny, the hunger is there. And it does help me heal," The burns on his arms were impossibly better than yesterday, but still noticible, dark gashes across his hands and forearms where they were exposed from his shirt.