[ There’s a specific sort of shock that comes with seeing something that obviously wasn’t meant to be seen, and it grips Zelgadis tight in a chilling hold. It’s the memory, sure, but it’s mostly the glimpse of the man under Yato’s foolish veneer; the glint of teeth, the hard gleam of eyes, a reminder that this one dubbed himself god in their first meeting.
For a strange moment, Zel feels awkwardly young, caught looking at something he shouldn’t have. What does he know? What does he even know? ]
Sorry. [ stupid. why? ] That it happened. [ dumb, foolish, augh.
look up. look up, damn it, look yato in the eye. ]
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For a strange moment, Zel feels awkwardly young, caught looking at something he shouldn’t have. What does he know? What does he even know? ]
Sorry. [ stupid. why? ] That it happened. [ dumb, foolish, augh.
look up. look up, damn it, look yato in the eye. ]
… Want a drink?