[ The lighthearted game of terms and conditions is one that Sebastian is happy to play. Like Set, he deeply enjoys being able to be clever and have a battle of wits where every word and tone is made with intention. It’s fun, and that’s all there is to it, at least in this case.
It’s why Set’s words surprise him. There’s a look of sharp surprise that’s very briefly closer to bristling than anything else. Sebastian enjoys his games of words, but his strength and his power were also very, very dear to him. He’s wanted to keep that weakness quiet and been able to put on more of a show of normalcy than most other Stargazers could manage. There’s no worse insult than being called weak.
That sudden surprise softens into a smile, but it’s razor sharp. Set’s teasing found its mark in this much more deftly. As Sebastian steps closer, it would surely make a human’s hair stand on end. An instinctual fear of an animal facing down a predator. He doesn’t expect that from Set, though. ]
Dear Nb Set…
[ His voice is all dulcet, dark honey as he steps into Set’s personal space, and a hand is set delicately on Set’s chest as if to steady himself. He dips down with languid slowness, but his eyes remain on Set’s. It’s dangerous and provocative all at once. And if Set weren’t very fun to play with… It would surely be a different conclusion. ]
I shall consider those words a debt as well. But that shall be paid when we truly trade blows. Because indeed, I would like to play with you as long as possible.
[ It’s a warning, and a far gentler one than he would give most, if only because he knows Set is actually capable of setting the slight aside and letting it be currency later. For now, their game is this, so Sebastian breaks the eye contact to instead take a good look at Set’s Shard. Like all of them, there’s something lovely and grotesque about it all at once. There’s something wrong about such an ethereal meal made physical, but… It does allow him this.
There’s not a hint of hesitation or shame as Sebastian opens his mouth. He draws his tongue across Set’s Shard with as much greedy, lascivious slowness as Set will allow. He does mean it when he says he only wants a taste of the god’s soul… But that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in drawing out that flavor all the same. ]
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It’s why Set’s words surprise him. There’s a look of sharp surprise that’s very briefly closer to bristling than anything else. Sebastian enjoys his games of words, but his strength and his power were also very, very dear to him. He’s wanted to keep that weakness quiet and been able to put on more of a show of normalcy than most other Stargazers could manage. There’s no worse insult than being called weak.
That sudden surprise softens into a smile, but it’s razor sharp. Set’s teasing found its mark in this much more deftly. As Sebastian steps closer, it would surely make a human’s hair stand on end. An instinctual fear of an animal facing down a predator. He doesn’t expect that from Set, though. ]
Dear Nb Set…
[ His voice is all dulcet, dark honey as he steps into Set’s personal space, and a hand is set delicately on Set’s chest as if to steady himself. He dips down with languid slowness, but his eyes remain on Set’s. It’s dangerous and provocative all at once. And if Set weren’t very fun to play with… It would surely be a different conclusion. ]
I shall consider those words a debt as well. But that shall be paid when we truly trade blows. Because indeed, I would like to play with you as long as possible.
[ It’s a warning, and a far gentler one than he would give most, if only because he knows Set is actually capable of setting the slight aside and letting it be currency later. For now, their game is this, so Sebastian breaks the eye contact to instead take a good look at Set’s Shard. Like all of them, there’s something lovely and grotesque about it all at once. There’s something wrong about such an ethereal meal made physical, but… It does allow him this.
There’s not a hint of hesitation or shame as Sebastian opens his mouth. He draws his tongue across Set’s Shard with as much greedy, lascivious slowness as Set will allow. He does mean it when he says he only wants a taste of the god’s soul… But that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in drawing out that flavor all the same. ]