( the feral defensiveness brings out makoto's in kind, metaphorically bristling in response to the bared teeth and sibilant growl. still, even in the face of this, makoto prefers the sharpness of aggression to the torpor that had been choking this abstraction beforehand. it was bracing, like a shock of cold water to the face, promising at least the possibility of something moving or shaking or changing as opposed to his greatest fear in this situation:
that this is all there is and all there ever will be, for the rest of all time.
the demon would have respected tomoe more if he had allowed the anger to guide him; to watch it fade and die in his eyes and on his tongue. scorn rises like bile in the back of his throat, hot and bitter; he whirls as to not allow the stranger such an easy escape, pursuing but only just, at his shoulder so his replies can be an acidic chorus in his ear: )
It doesn't matter. You were complacent. If someone turns their back on you, then you force them to turn back.
( pitilessly, he thinks of datenshou. there isn't an ounce of shame or remorse in makoto's wretched heart for what had happened to his former employer — he had been weak, opening up his heart to the ruin of love, allowing it to bind his hands and dull his mind. that's why he had lost J's favor, only for makoto to pick it up in his stead. nothing important is easy — it's all meant to be earned, and if one truly cared about the end that they supposedly pursue, then they would pursue it at any lengths and regardless of the cost. )
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that this is all there is and all there ever will be, for the rest of all time.
the demon would have respected tomoe more if he had allowed the anger to guide him; to watch it fade and die in his eyes and on his tongue. scorn rises like bile in the back of his throat, hot and bitter; he whirls as to not allow the stranger such an easy escape, pursuing but only just, at his shoulder so his replies can be an acidic chorus in his ear: )
It doesn't matter. You were complacent. If someone turns their back on you, then you force them to turn back.
( pitilessly, he thinks of datenshou. there isn't an ounce of shame or remorse in makoto's wretched heart for what had happened to his former employer — he had been weak, opening up his heart to the ruin of love, allowing it to bind his hands and dull his mind. that's why he had lost J's favor, only for makoto to pick it up in his stead. nothing important is easy — it's all meant to be earned, and if one truly cared about the end that they supposedly pursue, then they would pursue it at any lengths and regardless of the cost. )