β sometimes nightmares are people. β | Ayame
Thereβs a weight to Ayameβs words that threw the God. The older Sohma was, if anything, enigmatic. Akito could never place a hold on the snake, one of the more fleeting of his cursed zodiac. There was a quality to his overindulgent and rambunctious words where they hardly seemed to hold any rhyme or reason. So such a phrase to come from Ayameβs mouth, of all people β he would have expected it sooner from Shigure. A venom-less snake could still bite.
He could bite back, nip like a hurt, defensive child who can only dish cruelties and criticisms back out because he was unable to hold onto them. But a better part of him decided to hold back. Sit, listen, and indulge his current guest. Especially since it was such a rare occasion.Β
βAyame. Itβs not often you come to see me with such earnest words.β More accurately, it wasnβt very often the snake sought him out at all.Β