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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Zaniel's gaze locked on Suiteheart, her voice (nagging, always) dragging his attention away from his Cleric. He arched a brow at her question, and cocked his head to the side -- again, wrong direction. "Well, no. I mean, I know you're a cold-hearted bitch," he supplied, offering her a winning smile as if he might like that about her. The pangs of irritation and frustration said otherwise, but whatever. "I mean, in reality, there's one soul comprised of three. We're interchangeable. I could remember if I wanted to, but it's harder to do that when my Zaniel memories are here. I'm Bastille, sadly, just Bastille with my memories at the forefront. S'hard to juggle everyone's memories all at once, so ya boy gotta compartmentalize." A grin. "And then you get me, sort of. A knock off of my true glory, really -- I mean, c'mon, what is this fur? Far cry from my looks. And sometimes it's hard not to remember everything all at once and then you lose me, which is unfortunate for you."
Zaniel seemed willing to talk, though it was hard to tell just how in control he was: was he naturally that much of a talker, or was that the shades of Bast sliding through? He'd talk up anyone he needed to, but evidently he didn't really like this Suiteheart (oh, there was her name -- yes, Bast was recalling more of his own memories), so perhaps he was losing his grip. Yikes. Nevertheless, he settled back a bit, and drawled playfully towards Rin, "Bast never seems to remember how hot you are, Rinny, but I'll hold onto it for you. Don't you worry, your beauty will not go unacknowledged."
Something tugged and pulled at him, a twisting in his gut, and his head went up. He scowled slightly, but before he could wonder what the fuck was going on, his gaze was landing on her. Oh. Princess. Of course; who else would it be, really? Zaniel had never been bonded before, but he was down to test out the feedback loop on that -- he would bet it was divine, and he smiled slyly at her as his attention shifted gears.
There was a split second between her gaze meeting his and her greeting him, beating him to the punch. And for another second, Zaniel just looked back at her, before he started laughing. "Boy-toy? Oh, sweetheart, that is rich. If anyone's the toy, it's you -- you're tiny." He had little to no read on auras; the faint blurs of color and sensation passed right over his head, but he wasn't stupid: this wasn't Princess. Princess' soul, coming out to play? Interesting. His grin went predatory the second he realized that she was a lot less up-tight, and he switched targets entirely.
"I will not, however, protest to the "Hazel's" portion of that statement -- not if you come part of the package," he said, easy, settling on the smile that he labeled boyish charm. He got the impression that giving her sharp would backfire, if only because she wanted to be the baddest. Worked for him. The girl was hot, and evidently fun. There was a fluttering mix of memories there, something trying to convince him that this was a bad idea, but it was dull in comparison to the heat of her attention. (And maybe it was harder for Bastille to resist Zaniel's influence, his memories, when that focus fixed on Hazel. She usually grounded him but it was a fine line identifying Zaniel's draw to her and his own.)
He decided to let her commentary on last time slide -- it didn't mean anything to him, anyway, other than the potential for this to be a lot easier than anticipated -- and instead rolled his eyes at her taunt. "A guy's gotta eat, babe. But by all means, let me just keep puking and shaking with the withdrawal and drag you through it, too. I don't know about you, but that sounds like a lot less fun than what I had in mind." A radiant smile, all innocence. (Bad idea bad idea bad idea, but it was faint, an echo in the distance as thing shifted and stirred and things were starting to fill the gaps in his memory of the present, but slowly, subtly.)
Zaniel seemed willing to talk, though it was hard to tell just how in control he was: was he naturally that much of a talker, or was that the shades of Bast sliding through? He'd talk up anyone he needed to, but evidently he didn't really like this Suiteheart (oh, there was her name -- yes, Bast was recalling more of his own memories), so perhaps he was losing his grip. Yikes. Nevertheless, he settled back a bit, and drawled playfully towards Rin, "Bast never seems to remember how hot you are, Rinny, but I'll hold onto it for you. Don't you worry, your beauty will not go unacknowledged."
Something tugged and pulled at him, a twisting in his gut, and his head went up. He scowled slightly, but before he could wonder what the fuck was going on, his gaze was landing on her. Oh. Princess. Of course; who else would it be, really? Zaniel had never been bonded before, but he was down to test out the feedback loop on that -- he would bet it was divine, and he smiled slyly at her as his attention shifted gears.
There was a split second between her gaze meeting his and her greeting him, beating him to the punch. And for another second, Zaniel just looked back at her, before he started laughing. "Boy-toy? Oh, sweetheart, that is rich. If anyone's the toy, it's you -- you're tiny." He had little to no read on auras; the faint blurs of color and sensation passed right over his head, but he wasn't stupid: this wasn't Princess. Princess' soul, coming out to play? Interesting. His grin went predatory the second he realized that she was a lot less up-tight, and he switched targets entirely.
"I will not, however, protest to the "Hazel's" portion of that statement -- not if you come part of the package," he said, easy, settling on the smile that he labeled boyish charm. He got the impression that giving her sharp would backfire, if only because she wanted to be the baddest. Worked for him. The girl was hot, and evidently fun. There was a fluttering mix of memories there, something trying to convince him that this was a bad idea, but it was dull in comparison to the heat of her attention. (And maybe it was harder for Bastille to resist Zaniel's influence, his memories, when that focus fixed on Hazel. She usually grounded him but it was a fine line identifying Zaniel's draw to her and his own.)
He decided to let her commentary on last time slide -- it didn't mean anything to him, anyway, other than the potential for this to be a lot easier than anticipated -- and instead rolled his eyes at her taunt. "A guy's gotta eat, babe. But by all means, let me just keep puking and shaking with the withdrawal and drag you through it, too. I don't know about you, but that sounds like a lot less fun than what I had in mind." A radiant smile, all innocence. (Bad idea bad idea bad idea, but it was faint, an echo in the distance as thing shifted and stirred and things were starting to fill the gaps in his memory of the present, but slowly, subtly.)
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