[ Silco’s cutting tone is nothing that Sebastian takes personally (honestly, he’d tolerated far worse from Ciel…), but it does stop his usual habits of playfulness. With a nod, he sweeps forward to gather Silco into his arms in a motion that’s very smooth and comfortable for Silco, if just emotionally awkward for him. Sebastian is professional, at least so much as is possible when he totes him around as he once had done for a child.
But it is efficient. As soon as he has a comfortable grip on Silco, he simply turns, and with a burst of speed that’s unnatural and impossible, they’re off. It’s another display of the kind of power that Sebastian has at his disposal as simply as breathing. It’ll be hard for Silco to perceive the scenery around them as anything but a colorful blur, but it’s at least short. Just as quickly as Sebastian had rocketed off, they come to a smooth stop as his heels skid into the dirt as brakes, and they’re now safely under the canopy that will keep the water away. He’s also quick to duck to let Silco stand back on his own. ]
Here. This should be a safe spot until the rain passes.
[ …But as deferential as Sebastian is being, this event does not go without notice. The anger and the sharpness itself wasn’t unusual from his master, but the degree of it in this case was unexpected. It’s an anger that he knows is deeper, because he’s seen it before, even though he couldn’t guess its meaning now.
He glances out from under their safe spot to look at the rain, and though his expression doesn’t change, he’s curious. A few of Silco’s words in the past come to him, because Sebastian’s intense clarity of mind is just as much a weapon as anything else about him. And, just barely, his lips curve a little bit as he fits the pieces together. It’s not with any specifics, of course. But it doesn’t need to be.
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But it is efficient. As soon as he has a comfortable grip on Silco, he simply turns, and with a burst of speed that’s unnatural and impossible, they’re off. It’s another display of the kind of power that Sebastian has at his disposal as simply as breathing. It’ll be hard for Silco to perceive the scenery around them as anything but a colorful blur, but it’s at least short. Just as quickly as Sebastian had rocketed off, they come to a smooth stop as his heels skid into the dirt as brakes, and they’re now safely under the canopy that will keep the water away. He’s also quick to duck to let Silco stand back on his own. ]
Here. This should be a safe spot until the rain passes.
[ …But as deferential as Sebastian is being, this event does not go without notice. The anger and the sharpness itself wasn’t unusual from his master, but the degree of it in this case was unexpected. It’s an anger that he knows is deeper, because he’s seen it before, even though he couldn’t guess its meaning now.
He glances out from under their safe spot to look at the rain, and though his expression doesn’t change, he’s curious. A few of Silco’s words in the past come to him, because Sebastian’s intense clarity of mind is just as much a weapon as anything else about him. And, just barely, his lips curve a little bit as he fits the pieces together. It’s not with any specifics, of course. But it doesn’t need to be.
It’s just good to know what his master feared. ]