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[depreciated]

[It's such a half-hearted order that Soubi frowns. Astella tells him to teach Seimei a lesson. Everything he's ever known tells him to lay himself before Seimei and beg for punishment for being this weak.

I wasn't trained for something like this.

When you can't control yourself either...

It's on the tip of his tongue but he looks away. He closes his eyes and moves away from the doorway, to the wall outside of it, and leaning against it. He wants to take Seimei and make him his.

He's disgusted and all he can do is remind himself over and over and over that no. No, he doesn't want that.]

[machiavel]

[ seimei just needs to soak in the bath for an hour, maybe two. he needs to completely cleanse himself of the smell of soubi, and deeper than that, however impossible it might be, of his own pheromones. his pride as a sacrifice is at stake—one who can’t deliver orders is just dead weight, and one who lets their fighter control them is worse than that.

he brushes past soubi as if soubi isn’t even there, and closes the door with more force than necessary. ]

…

[ at least with the door closed, he can breathe. ]

I’m leaving the door unlocked. [ this, at least, is definitely not an invitation. it sounds like seimei—it’s a challenge. ] I know you know better than to bother me.

[depreciated]

[It does sound like Seimei and it's a relief, he thinks. A real relief.

But it doesn't help the shame of it all and so he goes to his room, changing his clothes and quickly running out of the house. He needs to be careful and with Seimei most of all.

He would rather risk it with anybody else.]