He is so peculiar, and Vera wonders at it; just as she wonders at her own fascination with him. They are imprints, of course, but one never quite understood the extent of that until it had happened to them. Only through experience did a soul know what it was to be complete again, two halves returned to their very origin. Her dark, handsome creature speaks of the stars, and how they speak to him, of everything and nothing at all. He speaks of destruction, and of the stars telling him of their downfall. While tilting her feminine skull ever so slightly to the right, she watched him curiously, her dark ears edging toward him to hear him best.

And when his eyes of such a similar shade find her own, he poses his question, inquiring why it was the stars brought him to her. Vera could not speak for the stars, but she could voice her thoughts for him, if nothing else. Uncharacteristically- the Demon from Hell genuinely wished to please another beside herself. Even the Elders of her home and any higher ranking wolf were never something she coddled up to. She aimed to please no one but herself, and the fact that her dark male had changed that so very easily. Well. It was a peculiar thing indeed. “I wonder about you by my side in some of my nights- perhaps the stars might hear my thoughts.” Vera’s voice was easy and graceful, accompanied by a rather warm smile for a wolf like her. If any of her kin could see her now, she would have to be unrecognizable.

Be that as it may, the flame licked Demon would enjoy her time with her soul so neatly fused into one. It felt calming, relaxing- so very right to be with him. She did not think of Iromar, or Andras or Lilith this night or when consumed by him. Nothing else mattered. Vera wanted to know what it was he thought, and so she would have it. Her question came forth sweet and innocent, and for once, genuinely sincere. “Why might you think they bring you to me, lunae meae?” Her Latin use of ‘my moon’ might have been lost to him- but she was also no fool. She knew where it was her soul lived, and that most if not all of his pack members would happily tear her throat out given the chance. Angels enjoyed digging their fangs into Demons almost as much as their dark counterparts did. Or so they had always seemed to, from what experience the middle aged wolf had with them. Perhaps her soul’s existence with them had been different, and he would enlighten her- but there would be time for that later.

Right now, she was focused on him, and had no interest in seeking other things. She was content, though always, she wanted more of him- in all ways. Leaning up suddenly, she slowly applied pressure up against his jaw with the edge of her brow, her skull tilted down ever so slightly. In this manner, she pushed up against him, nuzzling against him at the same time and in her own way, cuddling up against him. Never truly had Vera been one to openly express body contact, but with him- contact was so much more. She could not get enough of it, or him. And truly she did not know which was better, the simple pleasure of it or the way it made her so… happy.