He very near absorbs the scent of her nostrils flaring in inhalation to capture each scent he remembers. For all the wretched design of his mind, for all his inability to perceive and understand the time that has passed between them he remembers, still, this scent and those colours- his mind having so long ago formed an obsession with the reds and white of her family line though whether such obsessive desire is of benefit or disaster can hardly be said- the creature seeming to desire them as much as he hungers for them in turn. His body near warps itself around her like a snake, assuring her scent is flooded with his own in this manner, a gesture both possessive and yet almost….affectionate in some manner as the reptilian green of those deadened eyes remain fixated upon she- his most favoured of prizes. Her muzzle reaches upward to groom at the fur behind his ear, a gesture she alone had seen fit to carry out, one he had been conditioned to accept from an early age and indeed this return to normalcy sees his head tilt towards her as always it had done in accepting ease and satisfaction as a rumble of pleasure rolls within his throat and his form seats itself abruptly beside her, against her, head turned to allow her access to the long, fine ebony hairs that grow upon this part of his form. Her words see one ear turn, responding, though whether he understands the words or merely responds to the sound of them, as always, can hardly be known that giant towering creature of dark perfection seemingly content in this moment.
“Missing you.”
He repeats the words or raspy tones, voice hoarse from lack of use, so much of what Aaliayh had managed to bring out within him lost over the years, along with his ability for speech on a deeper level. After all, without a constant desire or need to speak he simply had not, his learnings and skills, so much of which had been brought about by the Littlest Angel of Heyel had been cast aside in the months and years she had been away. Though he hardly understands that. Perhaps it is the simple benefit of his own nature that he remains unable to comprehend just how long she had been away, his mind failing to see that she has grown and aged as he has, grey hairs marking his once ebony muzzle and yet by this same notion his existence perhaps is…peaceful, to an extent, untouched and untainted by the burdens of time. To his mind Aaliyah is just as she has always been, unchanged, forever held with single purpose in his memory as he leans against her, his injuries ignored though most are well healed. Jaidah having proven incapable of victory of the Black Prince- now King in Asteraia. He is silent still for several moments, eyes unblinking, seemingly fixated upon the path from which he is come, unmoving as those fractured tendrils of his mind seek to piece together and understand that which exists within his mind still, attempting to….say something though the words seem incapable of reaching his lips as frustration etches it’s way upon his façade.
“Aaliyah…..went…..away from….Tobias?”
The words are barely stuttered out in that rasping voice so thick from misuse, the words a struggle all the same as his mind attempt to comprehend them, his inability t truly perceive ‘self’ assuring his speaks his name rather than simply saying ‘me’ so detached is he from this earth around him- existing only to feed and hunger and ravage his way across it. Yet he knows, it is clear, on some level- that she had been away, his voice holding…..question of sorts as that towering dark angel of Death looms beside his Angel once more, content to lean against her still, unwilling to leave her once more as his mind ensnares so firmly around her with obsessive possession- as always he had done.