[ Her words reach someone other than Dark, but he steamrolls over the instinct, dominating as per his usual. ]
An exorcist's assistantβ...
[ No, it doesn't make a lot of sense.
It'd make more if she were the exorcist herself for the spirits to start squirming like that, but he imagines there's something more to her than she's willing to say. What would an assistant to an exorcist's job even entail? Holding the Bible? Maybe sprinkling holy water when the exorcist doesn't want to get his fingertips wet? The theories are snide but humorous, and at least for the time being, Dark's able to get ahold of his own demons when he steps away from her. ]
Whatever you are, I can't have you undoing all my work.
[ So much of which work that Dark just so can't remember. His eyes are leveled carefully with Caren's, occasionally making passes to the grey sky above. When another raindrop comes dripping down from a higher branch, he pulls her aside and out of the way by the shoulder and against himself again to skirt it. ]
Doesn't mean you're off the hook for me saving you, though. I expect you'll be repaying me for my compassion in full.
[ Now the compassion is his. It's only his when he says it is, but he'd implied it was someone else's only moments agoβ what a headache. Nonetheless, some indecent, lustful ideas are beginning to swim around his head as he pulls her out of the way of the rainfall. He touches the side of her face to study and admire, thumbing back some of her wet hair as thunder rumbles lowly in the distance. ]
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An exorcist's assistantβ...
[ No, it doesn't make a lot of sense.
It'd make more if she were the exorcist herself for the spirits to start squirming like that, but he imagines there's something more to her than she's willing to say. What would an assistant to an exorcist's job even entail? Holding the Bible? Maybe sprinkling holy water when the exorcist doesn't want to get his fingertips wet? The theories are snide but humorous, and at least for the time being, Dark's able to get ahold of his own demons when he steps away from her. ]
Whatever you are, I can't have you undoing all my work.
[ So much of which work that Dark just so can't remember. His eyes are leveled carefully with Caren's, occasionally making passes to the grey sky above. When another raindrop comes dripping down from a higher branch, he pulls her aside and out of the way by the shoulder and against himself again to skirt it. ]
Doesn't mean you're off the hook for me saving you, though. I expect you'll be repaying me for my compassion in full.
[ Now the compassion is his. It's only his when he says it is, but he'd implied it was someone else's only moments agoβ what a headache. Nonetheless, some indecent, lustful ideas are beginning to swim around his head as he pulls her out of the way of the rainfall. He touches the side of her face to study and admire, thumbing back some of her wet hair as thunder rumbles lowly in the distance. ]