[ ah, shit. it's hardly the first time the person he's taken to bed has gotten upset—sometimes there's outbursts of tears, men and women alike asking if they meant anything to him at all (to which he'd usually laugh because he never commits to anything in the long term, flings are fun but he doesn't get emotionally invested beyond a superficial level) because they'd deluded themselves into thinking he actually loved them—but he didn't expect anything of the sort from sandalphon. what in the skies happened to cause this reaction?
a subtle crease forms between belial's eyebrows and the glint of amusement is completely gone from his eyes. remember what? he has no idea what sandalphon could possibly be talking about—at face value it sounds like he has forgotten something but that doesn't make sense to him. he hasn't forgotten anything and if he did he'd be aware of the gaps in his memory. the summon doesn't even cross his mind as the cause behind this.
better to just ask him when he's incapable of lying. ]
I don't know what you're talking about, little sparrow. Tell me.
[ his voice is low with the slightest commanding lilt to it. his hand leaves sandalphon's pubic area to cradle his cheek instead, turning his head slightly until their eyes meet. don't look away. ]
no subject
a subtle crease forms between belial's eyebrows and the glint of amusement is completely gone from his eyes. remember what? he has no idea what sandalphon could possibly be talking about—at face value it sounds like he has forgotten something but that doesn't make sense to him. he hasn't forgotten anything and if he did he'd be aware of the gaps in his memory. the summon doesn't even cross his mind as the cause behind this.
better to just ask him when he's incapable of lying. ]
I don't know what you're talking about, little sparrow. Tell me.
[ his voice is low with the slightest commanding lilt to it. his hand leaves sandalphon's pubic area to cradle his cheek instead, turning his head slightly until their eyes meet. don't look away. ]