[ As they argue, Sebastian clutches at his face and still bristles with energy that could only be described as a fight-or-flight reflex, but he very much wants to fight. Hayame is precisely correct that he could put up a fight, and Akua was correct that he was still dangerous, but he’s bound by his word. It may not be something tangibly binding, but to a demon it may as well be. It’s perhaps the closest thing a demon has to honor or something like it.
But, oh, how he’d very much like to renege on that guarantee. What he’d do is only suitable to his true native tongue, and those thoughts are almost grounding. The living shadows eventually quiet and disappear back into the shapeless mire of his mind in time to hear Hayame’s final insult. It’s petty and barbed, and it doesn’t quite hit the mark that Set had alluded to, but only because of the circumstances. It only brings out something chillingly devoid of feeling in Communion, as if that abyss threatened to swallow her up. Yet curiously, it just as quickly evaporates into a cool nothingness.
He'd meant it sincerely when he’d called them even, and she should have taken that as the gift it was. It didn’t have to be a truce or an agreement to play nice, but it was an understanding that he wouldn’t play dirty, more like. But now, she’s drawn his genuine ire, and that’s a dangerous place to exist in. It’s something that Akua is likely to get a sense of as she looks him over, since his attention isn’t on her at all, it’s only on Hayame’s retreating back as she leaves.
But he takes a shaky breath as he composes himself and finds his poise once more. He pulls his hand away from his face as he stands, though he does smooth a long bang over the left behind gore. That is a problem to take care of sooner rather than later… But first, he thinks he needs to take out a little bit of this pent-up aggression on a certain god. ]
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But, oh, how he’d very much like to renege on that guarantee. What he’d do is only suitable to his true native tongue, and those thoughts are almost grounding. The living shadows eventually quiet and disappear back into the shapeless mire of his mind in time to hear Hayame’s final insult. It’s petty and barbed, and it doesn’t quite hit the mark that Set had alluded to, but only because of the circumstances. It only brings out something chillingly devoid of feeling in Communion, as if that abyss threatened to swallow her up. Yet curiously, it just as quickly evaporates into a cool nothingness.
He'd meant it sincerely when he’d called them even, and she should have taken that as the gift it was. It didn’t have to be a truce or an agreement to play nice, but it was an understanding that he wouldn’t play dirty, more like. But now, she’s drawn his genuine ire, and that’s a dangerous place to exist in. It’s something that Akua is likely to get a sense of as she looks him over, since his attention isn’t on her at all, it’s only on Hayame’s retreating back as she leaves.
But he takes a shaky breath as he composes himself and finds his poise once more. He pulls his hand away from his face as he stands, though he does smooth a long bang over the left behind gore. That is a problem to take care of sooner rather than later… But first, he thinks he needs to take out a little bit of this pent-up aggression on a certain god. ]