[oh sweet husky prince that's just Satan....sweet angel man...
Case in point: the way that Satan stiffens, almost paralysed by being so casually and gently manhandled. If Wriothesley's the faintest pink, then Satan's absolutely flushing a deep red at this tenderness, as if he's not a whirling dervish of sadness and rage at the best of times.
Cough. Ahem. Hm. Yes. Well.]
I always look pissed off. It's not you. [True, if he's not smiling.] I don't care if you touch my horns or not, but you said you'd rather get to--
[ANYWAY. Look. He's not going to rub it in; really, he doesn't mind waiting at all, and it sounds like he does if he keeps harping on about it, so Satan just shakes his head and looks away, as if that'll hide the flush sneaking up his neck to his ears.]
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Date: 2025-02-10 01:21 am (UTC)Case in point: the way that Satan stiffens, almost paralysed by being so casually and gently manhandled. If Wriothesley's the faintest pink, then Satan's absolutely flushing a deep red at this tenderness, as if he's not a whirling dervish of sadness and rage at the best of times.
Cough. Ahem. Hm. Yes. Well.]
I always look pissed off. It's not you. [True, if he's not smiling.] I don't care if you touch my horns or not, but you said you'd rather get to--
[ANYWAY. Look. He's not going to rub it in; really, he doesn't mind waiting at all, and it sounds like he does if he keeps harping on about it, so Satan just shakes his head and looks away, as if that'll hide the flush sneaking up his neck to his ears.]
We should start that walk, yeah. Got tea to brew.