[ And why would he not! Some individuals are better off Zenites, and some are better off Meridians, and some could fairly walk either path — Sebastian, he feels, ought to never be granted the power of 'light' in any capacity, lest it unmake him at his core. What a stupid end that would be, too. He's counting on the demon to be entertaining at all times, until some manner of, what?
An "end"?
Are the two of them even capable of ending anything? It remains to be seen, if they are even capable of tiring of one another. Maybe then, there could be an end in sight. For now, Set parks himself right there along the maimed demon's body ( rip silco ) and engages him in a little conversation. About sides, and agreements. He does not even swat at that errant hand, sorry to anyone who looks over. As if being observed in Sebastian's presence is as much a thing he wishes to show off, and to allow them to draw conclusions over, as it is for the other. ]
You may believe that is what I want from you, if it finds you purchase in me.
[ He's not entirely stupid about words like this, just new. With Sebastian, he always feels like he lives in an eternal dance, sharp and ready to be brought to bear at any moment, and lowered in the next. Set feels if he were to name something concrete that he desired, some end goal, it would give Sebastian leverage over him; if Sebastian does not require a contract, and instead just continues to dabble in them like the masochistic perv he is, that's his thing! ]
For now, to be taught by you and provide you with someone to teach is good enough. I do not know if we would be any good, if we locked ourselves into a contract together.
[ But, he allows Sebastian to know that he has considered it. ]
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[ And why would he not! Some individuals are better off Zenites, and some are better off Meridians, and some could fairly walk either path — Sebastian, he feels, ought to never be granted the power of 'light' in any capacity, lest it unmake him at his core. What a stupid end that would be, too. He's counting on the demon to be entertaining at all times, until some manner of, what?
An "end"?
Are the two of them even capable of ending anything? It remains to be seen, if they are even capable of tiring of one another. Maybe then, there could be an end in sight. For now, Set parks himself right there along the maimed demon's body ( rip silco ) and engages him in a little conversation. About sides, and agreements. He does not even swat at that errant hand, sorry to anyone who looks over. As if being observed in Sebastian's presence is as much a thing he wishes to show off, and to allow them to draw conclusions over, as it is for the other. ]
You may believe that is what I want from you, if it finds you purchase in me.
[ He's not entirely stupid about words like this, just new. With Sebastian, he always feels like he lives in an eternal dance, sharp and ready to be brought to bear at any moment, and lowered in the next. Set feels if he were to name something concrete that he desired, some end goal, it would give Sebastian leverage over him; if Sebastian does not require a contract, and instead just continues to dabble in them like the masochistic perv he is, that's his thing! ]
For now, to be taught by you and provide you with someone to teach is good enough. I do not know if we would be any good, if we locked ourselves into a contract together.
[ But, he allows Sebastian to know that he has considered it. ]