It’s his pride above all certainly, but for a demon, weakness was deadly. It was simply part of their culture (if it could be called such) that if any flicker was shown, it was something to be taken advantage of. So, the weariness that fell upon Stargazers was something he absolutely loathed. He would push himself, and he could do so much more than most, but when it came time to need something like rest… Naturally, he wouldn’t do so in the library.
So, as Ruby slips into a room to hide from someone else, the sound of her entering the room comes with a feeling first. They’re both Stargazers, and therefore both prone to the bond of empathy that unites Aspects. As someone enters the room, there’s first an intense, visceral feeling that’s like hackles raised and fangs bared more than a single emotion. And yet, as Sebastian’s attention snaps up, it’s gone so suddenly that it surely feels abrupt, like a word cut off mid-syllable. ]
Ah— Signora?
[ It’s an uninteresting room that she’s found, a bare room of desks and chairs for meetings of some sort, which is exactly why Sebastian had picked it. He’s sitting against a far wall, rather clearly having been resting. He doesn’t move from his sitting position, but in comparison to that sharp burst of feeling, his expression is now one of polite surprise. He sees her posture as she slips in, and with a slight tilt of his head he asks curiously, but with a softer tone: ]
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It’s his pride above all certainly, but for a demon, weakness was deadly. It was simply part of their culture (if it could be called such) that if any flicker was shown, it was something to be taken advantage of. So, the weariness that fell upon Stargazers was something he absolutely loathed. He would push himself, and he could do so much more than most, but when it came time to need something like rest… Naturally, he wouldn’t do so in the library.
So, as Ruby slips into a room to hide from someone else, the sound of her entering the room comes with a feeling first. They’re both Stargazers, and therefore both prone to the bond of empathy that unites Aspects. As someone enters the room, there’s first an intense, visceral feeling that’s like hackles raised and fangs bared more than a single emotion. And yet, as Sebastian’s attention snaps up, it’s gone so suddenly that it surely feels abrupt, like a word cut off mid-syllable. ]
Ah— Signora?
[ It’s an uninteresting room that she’s found, a bare room of desks and chairs for meetings of some sort, which is exactly why Sebastian had picked it. He’s sitting against a far wall, rather clearly having been resting. He doesn’t move from his sitting position, but in comparison to that sharp burst of feeling, his expression is now one of polite surprise. He sees her posture as she slips in, and with a slight tilt of his head he asks curiously, but with a softer tone: ]
Is someone coming?