[ the smile on his face is lopsided and maybe a little bitter too. he knows that it wasn't a god that damned him, at least he is pretty sure that it wasn't, but it is still a point of contention in this conversation. one worth noting. which clearly Rook does, eyes fixed on Jiho as he stares.
this is-- strange. it isn't like his confrontation with Kwang, or his usual exchange with Ros or Junsu or Adder, it is-- something new. and Rook is pretty sure he is supposed to do something but he doesn't know what. doesn't know how he is supposed to navigate this without sex because that is usually what people want from him.
but Jiho doesn't and--
and fuck, Rook is confused by that but also so fucking pleased.]
You know, I have met a few angels in my time, was almost friends with one actually, and people always think that they are these bright and brilliant beings with fluffy white wings and halos of light. They forget that the angels are the warriors, the protectors and the defenders. The soldiers. They wield swords and shields and never wear white because they are often covered in blood.
[ there is a point to this honest. he gives Jiho a look. sharp, knowing.]
Demons seduce, they charm and flirt and lure. We don't get messy, we don't look damned. We often look pretty and pure and nice. But don't for a second believe it, Jiho. You are more angel than you are demon, more defender than seducer, you aren't damned and barring you making a deal with the devil herself will never know damnation. So when I say I want to help, I'm trying to redeem myself. Just a little.
[ a sigh, Rook curling into himself a little. ] This house, these beings, they are good in so many ways. And if I can help protect them, I want to do that.
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[ the smile on his face is lopsided and maybe a little bitter too. he knows that it wasn't a god that damned him, at least he is pretty sure that it wasn't, but it is still a point of contention in this conversation. one worth noting. which clearly Rook does, eyes fixed on Jiho as he stares.
this is-- strange. it isn't like his confrontation with Kwang, or his usual exchange with Ros or Junsu or Adder, it is-- something new. and Rook is pretty sure he is supposed to do something but he doesn't know what. doesn't know how he is supposed to navigate this without sex because that is usually what people want from him.
but Jiho doesn't and--
and fuck, Rook is confused by that but also so fucking pleased.]
You know, I have met a few angels in my time, was almost friends with one actually, and people always think that they are these bright and brilliant beings with fluffy white wings and halos of light. They forget that the angels are the warriors, the protectors and the defenders. The soldiers. They wield swords and shields and never wear white because they are often covered in blood.
[ there is a point to this honest. he gives Jiho a look. sharp, knowing.]
Demons seduce, they charm and flirt and lure. We don't get messy, we don't look damned. We often look pretty and pure and nice. But don't for a second believe it, Jiho. You are more angel than you are demon, more defender than seducer, you aren't damned and barring you making a deal with the devil herself will never know damnation. So when I say I want to help, I'm trying to redeem myself. Just a little.
[ a sigh, Rook curling into himself a little. ] This house, these beings, they are good in so many ways. And if I can help protect them, I want to do that.