[ He laughs out the title like it’s a joke, and it kind of is. It’s what he’d called Daybit not infrequently, and there’s part of it that’s true. He definitely fit plenty of the criteria. But mostly, it was Tezcatlipoca’s way to soothe his own pride and avoid calling Daybit his Master. Sure, “Master” and “Servant” were just the terms that mages had come up with to describe the partnership between a mage and a Heroic Spirit (disclaimer: the heroism of said spirit need not always apply), but… Dammit, they definitely could have picked less loaded words. Leave it to mages, basically.
He finishes untying the boot, but he just keeps his head on Matt’s leg. It’s partially laziness, but his gaze has also settled on the only thing he’d asked Silco to add. It’s a pretty common feature of Kowloon apartments to have a kind of secret safe, but there’s only one thing in Tezcatlipoca’s. And honestly, he feels guilty for keeping it in here, but it’s better than the worry he’d feel carrying it around. Even for a god with some dominion over souls, it felt too fragile to risk carrying around casually. ]
…The guy that summoned me. Asked for my help. [ With what, Tezcatlipoca doesn’t say, but that whole explanation feels like a bit too much. Maybe when he’s sober, he might, but as much as “an alien was going to eat the Earth in a month’s time” sounds like the perfect kind of talk to have while you’re high, the reasons why Daybit wanted that to happen weren’t. ] Didn’t get to finish what we started, so… Dunno. Felt like I owed him.
[ And more than that, but those are the complicated pieces that Tezcatlipoca is stubbornly trying to push away. He wanted him to be able to relax knowing their world was gone, since that’s what they wanted in the end. He wanted to give Daybit a second chance, like maybe this place was too far away for the Angels to reach and use him. He missed him.
He tilts his head back towards Matt slightly so that he can look at him. His expression is critical, but honestly, it’s for himself, not Matt. ]
That’s why I’m surprised you didn’t pick someone too. Sure, ain’t good to owe someone mysterious like Yima, but… [ He pauses, since the implication here is, well. It is what it is. ] It’s human.
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[ He laughs out the title like it’s a joke, and it kind of is. It’s what he’d called Daybit not infrequently, and there’s part of it that’s true. He definitely fit plenty of the criteria. But mostly, it was Tezcatlipoca’s way to soothe his own pride and avoid calling Daybit his Master. Sure, “Master” and “Servant” were just the terms that mages had come up with to describe the partnership between a mage and a Heroic Spirit (disclaimer: the heroism of said spirit need not always apply), but… Dammit, they definitely could have picked less loaded words. Leave it to mages, basically.
He finishes untying the boot, but he just keeps his head on Matt’s leg. It’s partially laziness, but his gaze has also settled on the only thing he’d asked Silco to add. It’s a pretty common feature of Kowloon apartments to have a kind of secret safe, but there’s only one thing in Tezcatlipoca’s. And honestly, he feels guilty for keeping it in here, but it’s better than the worry he’d feel carrying it around. Even for a god with some dominion over souls, it felt too fragile to risk carrying around casually. ]
…The guy that summoned me. Asked for my help. [ With what, Tezcatlipoca doesn’t say, but that whole explanation feels like a bit too much. Maybe when he’s sober, he might, but as much as “an alien was going to eat the Earth in a month’s time” sounds like the perfect kind of talk to have while you’re high, the reasons why Daybit wanted that to happen weren’t. ] Didn’t get to finish what we started, so… Dunno. Felt like I owed him.
[ And more than that, but those are the complicated pieces that Tezcatlipoca is stubbornly trying to push away. He wanted him to be able to relax knowing their world was gone, since that’s what they wanted in the end. He wanted to give Daybit a second chance, like maybe this place was too far away for the Angels to reach and use him. He missed him.
He tilts his head back towards Matt slightly so that he can look at him. His expression is critical, but honestly, it’s for himself, not Matt. ]
That’s why I’m surprised you didn’t pick someone too. Sure, ain’t good to owe someone mysterious like Yima, but… [ He pauses, since the implication here is, well. It is what it is. ] It’s human.