[ It’s not like he can get out of the way without withdrawing completely, so it’s easy for Set to bite him. It pulls out a sharp noise of pain, and Sebastian lurches forward into the bite, but mostly to prevent Set from tearing into it further. Set could snap the bone if he wanted, he imagines, just as he could dig in further and rip out whatever organ his hands grabbed first. Is that more of an insult to Set, he wonders?
He spits out a glob of blood that gathers while Set speaks, but it’s another small sign that he’s listening that it’s to the side rather than lobbed directly at him. Still, though. It’s probably only Set that could handle this, for many reasons. His eyes are still wild, his posture as tense as a bowstring about to snap as he’s curled over Set. Even a formidable human would probably be cowed under such an intense gaze. ]
Is it a god’s nature to be soft towards the little mortals that covet your attention?
[ It’s a question that’s not meant to be answered. It’s just as mean and mocking as pointing out that obvious weakness in the first place. All because he hates the single word wasted. At this point, he would truly never want to return to his world, since the freedom he has here is too much to ever want that, but it’s just that idea of the other chance that he’d missed. That if he’d picked it, he could still have what he so deeply wanted. He would give up his contract with Silco in a heartbeat to possess Ciel’s again.
It's a tense moment of silence after the barbed question. Sebastian doesn’t move a muscle. He’s poised to strike and just continue fighting and shedding blood until he’s less furious.
But his hand relaxes, and he removes those claws from where he’d embedded them into Set’s side. ]
You are mistaken. I assume it was one of your allies, since it makes the most sense. They may have been inspired by this war. But I am not. I would tear Zenite meat from bone the same as Meri. They have overstepped.
they're so normal
He spits out a glob of blood that gathers while Set speaks, but it’s another small sign that he’s listening that it’s to the side rather than lobbed directly at him. Still, though. It’s probably only Set that could handle this, for many reasons. His eyes are still wild, his posture as tense as a bowstring about to snap as he’s curled over Set. Even a formidable human would probably be cowed under such an intense gaze. ]
Is it a god’s nature to be soft towards the little mortals that covet your attention?
[ It’s a question that’s not meant to be answered. It’s just as mean and mocking as pointing out that obvious weakness in the first place. All because he hates the single word wasted. At this point, he would truly never want to return to his world, since the freedom he has here is too much to ever want that, but it’s just that idea of the other chance that he’d missed. That if he’d picked it, he could still have what he so deeply wanted. He would give up his contract with Silco in a heartbeat to possess Ciel’s again.
It's a tense moment of silence after the barbed question. Sebastian doesn’t move a muscle. He’s poised to strike and just continue fighting and shedding blood until he’s less furious.
But his hand relaxes, and he removes those claws from where he’d embedded them into Set’s side. ]
You are mistaken. I assume it was one of your allies, since it makes the most sense. They may have been inspired by this war. But I am not. I would tear Zenite meat from bone the same as Meri. They have overstepped.