[ Shit. Belial's suddenly so much closer and so is the low rumble of his voice, and even though it's just the lightest contact, he's touching him, and it sets the memory of the last experience aflame in him and makes all thought screech to a halt. He hasn't been quite this close to the real thing since he's joined, and the first nonsensical thing that comes to mind is that he recognizes the scent of him from this close— the pushes the thought away instantly, but can't hold back the light shiver that runs through him on its own.
Actually looking Belial in the eye just makes it all worse. He wants to yell at Belial that he's only making this harder for him, but hopes his deepening scowl carries the message across. He only barely registers oh radiant Supreme Primarch— being called that should be a reminder of his responsibility, his duty, the choices he's made, everything that led up til now, his position and relation to his man who used to be an enemy... it is a reminder, feels like too late of a warning now, too late to diffuse him. In some attempt to regain control of himself, Sandalphon grasps again at his wrist, this time of the hand grasping his chin, attempting to pry it off.
Even then, he tries his best to avoid looking at Belial, difficult as it is from this close. It takes a good few minutes of dead silence, of gathering his courage, before he finally speaks again. This time, he does stutter— he can hardly help it. ]
Y—your— your power. [ His lips press tightly together. ] What's it called— [ He tries to say it dismissively, like he doesn't know exactly what it's called, like he could forget it even if he wanted, like he didn't wish he could. ] Anagenesis— something like that.
[ He swallows around a lump in his throat, and tries to get the next sentence out; what comes out is a barely coherent mumble that has his face warming up. It's probably too much to ask for, that Belial will figure it out on his own and he won't have to actually say it. ]
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Actually looking Belial in the eye just makes it all worse. He wants to yell at Belial that he's only making this harder for him, but hopes his deepening scowl carries the message across. He only barely registers oh radiant Supreme Primarch— being called that should be a reminder of his responsibility, his duty, the choices he's made, everything that led up til now, his position and relation to his man who used to be an enemy... it is a reminder, feels like too late of a warning now, too late to diffuse him. In some attempt to regain control of himself, Sandalphon grasps again at his wrist, this time of the hand grasping his chin, attempting to pry it off.
Even then, he tries his best to avoid looking at Belial, difficult as it is from this close. It takes a good few minutes of dead silence, of gathering his courage, before he finally speaks again. This time, he does stutter— he can hardly help it. ]
Y—your— your power. [ His lips press tightly together. ] What's it called— [ He tries to say it dismissively, like he doesn't know exactly what it's called, like he could forget it even if he wanted, like he didn't wish he could. ] Anagenesis— something like that.
[ He swallows around a lump in his throat, and tries to get the next sentence out; what comes out is a barely coherent mumble that has his face warming up. It's probably too much to ask for, that Belial will figure it out on his own and he won't have to actually say it. ]