[ Sebastian bristles again with a sneer that bears his teeth when Set calls him sloppy, since that’s an insult that digs into his pride in a particular way. It’s easy to read on his face that he’s thinking better of removing his claws from Set’s side. If he puts them back, he’s going to puncture a lung just to hear less of these insults. Perhaps more than that, at this rate.
But that insult is still something that Sebastian can accept, in a way. He hates it being pointed out, but even he knows, deep down, that trying to hunt down the culprit and string them up is a short-sighted idea. What does Ciel’s soul even mean, truly? He might have been a decadent meal, but in the true grand scheme of things, he’s nothing. Pushing back on that feels acceptable, if only from Set.
But Set pushes past that. This conflict over Ciel’s soul is petty. But pointing to his decision to ally with Zenith this way—
Shadows snap out from under Set and wrap around him tightly, and it’s far more of them than he’s seen before. It’s holding him in place, but more than that, they’re a substance where Sebastian and Set are similar, in a way. He can turn to sand if he wants. The shadow can still catch every grain and pin it in place because of how they both operate as more liquid than anything else. They nearly envelop him, like Sebastian were going to just swallow him up into a void and eat him whole, but they’re only restraints. Still, though. This isn’t something he’s used for anyone else so far.
His hot, feral anger has cooled in an instant to something icy. If Set hasn’t already crossed a line, he’s dangerously close to it, but he already expected that. Sebastian grabs Set’s face with his unclawed hand, which also happens to be the one bearing the mark of his Covenant with Silco. For once, the symbolism of the choice isn’t intentional. ]
What bold words. Are you daring me to swallow your Shard up instead, Set?
[ There’s notably no honorific. But it’s just as notable that he hasn’t already done so. Sebastian may like to play with his prey, but not when he’s as serious as this. He’s felt the stirring in his soul, after all. Or, weakening, more accurately. ]
Or do you imagine this is when I so gratefully say “Ah, how right you are, what a fool I have been.” How convenient that losing the price paid for my loyalty would push me to the alternative. What a clever scheme that would be… And what sweet words come from the trickster god’s mouth to sell such a story.
[ His grip doesn’t tighten, but his gaze is so intense that it feels like he’s boring into Set’s soul by looking at him. ]
Was this your plan? Or were you involved in it? And do not insult me by attempting to lie to me.
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But that insult is still something that Sebastian can accept, in a way. He hates it being pointed out, but even he knows, deep down, that trying to hunt down the culprit and string them up is a short-sighted idea. What does Ciel’s soul even mean, truly? He might have been a decadent meal, but in the true grand scheme of things, he’s nothing. Pushing back on that feels acceptable, if only from Set.
But Set pushes past that. This conflict over Ciel’s soul is petty. But pointing to his decision to ally with Zenith this way—
Shadows snap out from under Set and wrap around him tightly, and it’s far more of them than he’s seen before. It’s holding him in place, but more than that, they’re a substance where Sebastian and Set are similar, in a way. He can turn to sand if he wants. The shadow can still catch every grain and pin it in place because of how they both operate as more liquid than anything else. They nearly envelop him, like Sebastian were going to just swallow him up into a void and eat him whole, but they’re only restraints. Still, though. This isn’t something he’s used for anyone else so far.
His hot, feral anger has cooled in an instant to something icy. If Set hasn’t already crossed a line, he’s dangerously close to it, but he already expected that. Sebastian grabs Set’s face with his unclawed hand, which also happens to be the one bearing the mark of his Covenant with Silco. For once, the symbolism of the choice isn’t intentional. ]
What bold words. Are you daring me to swallow your Shard up instead, Set?
[ There’s notably no honorific. But it’s just as notable that he hasn’t already done so. Sebastian may like to play with his prey, but not when he’s as serious as this. He’s felt the stirring in his soul, after all. Or, weakening, more accurately. ]
Or do you imagine this is when I so gratefully say “Ah, how right you are, what a fool I have been.” How convenient that losing the price paid for my loyalty would push me to the alternative. What a clever scheme that would be… And what sweet words come from the trickster god’s mouth to sell such a story.
[ His grip doesn’t tighten, but his gaze is so intense that it feels like he’s boring into Set’s soul by looking at him. ]
Was this your plan? Or were you involved in it? And do not insult me by attempting to lie to me.