*kicks down door with soft / angsty seira & somnus stuff.* Deal with it.
@nobletod
‘ Deal with it ‘, was it? Somnus was much too accustomed to the silent anger of their leader, and of course, passive-aggressiveness suited one of Seira’s temperament ( or lack thereof ). He could not fathom, however, anything he had done recently to irritate her, so only dumbfoundedness would be the response to the white-haired noble’s… pouting? Could it even be called that? He could tell she was not livid; though lack of facial expression never betrayed her, the bond that all soul weapons shared with their wielder was not one so easily shattered.
Pouting. Well, should he dig himself a deeper hole or attempt to make amends?
❝ Don’t be like that, Leader. You know broth— we mean, we—are very sensitive and fragile. ❞ Though he supposed this was a good thing? Previous wielders would never dare to show such sentiments to the Death Scythe, and in turn, over the generations they had not learned to comfort well. ❝ Or… would you like us to deal with it, as in, bothering you further and call you by you-know-what—❞















