"It's going to be winter when we get to my little cottage in Dewmire," Dulce rambled quietly, conversations by the sea with Caedos were always doused in the blue of the water. "I'm worried you won't like the snow."
Caedos looked away, it was getting incredibly difficult to keep his distance, but they had an agreement. After he saved his kind, he could return and claim his mate.
He thought of the other Demons, filled with distaste for them but willing to accept Dulce however he came, even if it was with other Demons who looked at him with a dark hunger in their eyes.
"Flaeris has five suns, you should be more worried about Kath'tan." He said lightly.
Dulce's eyes widened a fraction, like he had missed something vital to be worried about.
Like the Fiend had been privy to the conversation, he chose that moment to saunter over, wearing only a dress shirt, most of the buttons undone.
"Kath'tan, how do you feel about snow?" He asked right away.
