[ It’s a sharp contrast of style, isn’t it? As Sebastian draws himself up into a prim, defensive posture, Set stays low and wild. He’s careful to make his skill believably human, if exceptional, but as he notices the strange way that Set’s blood disappears, he realizes that’s not a shared sentiment. His eyes narrow suspiciously, and as his gaze flicks back to Set’s eyes, there’s a cooler quality to his attention. He’s barely moved a muscle, and yet the impression is suddenly quite different. ]
I see.
[ no??? he doesn’t??? that is not a helpful answer at all, set??? ]
Allow me to rephrase, then. What manner of whimsically violent creature are you?
[ Ever careful, this one. He has his suspicion about what Set might be, but only because that manner of shrugging off injury is a quality that his kin can manage. He’s counting on him also being much more of a braggart about it than Sebastian personally is. ]
no subject
I see.
[ no??? he doesn’t??? that is not a helpful answer at all, set??? ]
Allow me to rephrase, then. What manner of whimsically violent creature are you?
[ Ever careful, this one. He has his suspicion about what Set might be, but only because that manner of shrugging off injury is a quality that his kin can manage. He’s counting on him also being much more of a braggart about it than Sebastian personally is. ]