@aberrantwing inquired — "Don't you, just for once in your life, want to be taken care of?" // a tease, a tactic, or something honest? the world may never know
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. As irritation continues to seep from him like spoiled toxins. This being manhandles him, looks down at him like he’s some entertaining pet, and rarely has serious inquiries. Even if the Emperor was willing to accept help, he would never consider this being’s false generosity.
To be taken care of—if he could spit in its face without worry of risking his life, he’d done it ten times over. What he does do is scoff at it. There was only one person he’d allow to coddle him in the way it’s implying—Belynne. How he misses her tenderness, how she willed him to go to bed when he worked himself into the ground. Such workaholic tendencies haven’t changed, and yet…
" No. " He finally turns towards it, brows furrowed. " I am not in the mood for your games. "