[ belial can't see the back of sandalphon's neck from where he's standing, but he knows there's a charm mark spreading underneath the palm of his hand, intriciate lines etching themselves into sandalphon's skin into the shape of a heart. it'll fade and disappear as the spell wears off, but there's something deeply satisfying in knowing that it's there, however temporary. it's a mark of possession, of ownership over the supreme primarch's mind and body. he almost wishes lucifer was here to see what he's doing to his most precious person in the skies. ]
How're you feeling? [ he asks the question in a soothing, almost cooing tone of voice, his fiingers rubbing gentle circles into sandalphon's neck in some semblance of a massage. he keeps his gaze fixed on him, eyes trailing up and down his body, attentive to every little change; the way his eyes widen, glazed over yet shining with an intoxicating cocktail of emotion. there's usually some of degree of tension in sandalphon's body language whenever belial is around but it seems to have drained away entirely, replaced by an endearing clumsiness. cute. ]
Daddy's gonna take good care of you. [ he huffs out a soft laughter as sandalphon's arms wrap around him, fingers sliding up to cradle the back of his head. they tangle in the soft brown strands of hair, working a gentle pressure against his scalp. ]
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How're you feeling? [ he asks the question in a soothing, almost cooing tone of voice, his fiingers rubbing gentle circles into sandalphon's neck in some semblance of a massage. he keeps his gaze fixed on him, eyes trailing up and down his body, attentive to every little change; the way his eyes widen, glazed over yet shining with an intoxicating cocktail of emotion. there's usually some of degree of tension in sandalphon's body language whenever belial is around but it seems to have drained away entirely, replaced by an endearing clumsiness. cute. ]
Daddy's gonna take good care of you. [ he huffs out a soft laughter as sandalphon's arms wrap around him, fingers sliding up to cradle the back of his head. they tangle in the soft brown strands of hair, working a gentle pressure against his scalp. ]