[Something like a familiar ritual — or Greed is exceedingly skilled at making it seem that way — is anything but to a newly-human thing who wears his own skin like something foreign; there's always that element of entrancement, and it may be more acute now that Mello's defenses are nearly non-existent in the face of something with even a hint of greater power than any human can possess. A low hum somewhere in this throat; curious eyes follow each nuance and movement of the Sin's process — a drop of blood, a permanent stain.]
[Your choice~]
[The serpent coils around a withered branch with his tongue extended, the apple hangs from the tree — if you wish — always been your choice in the end — but I can show you — and curiosity is a thing that plagues the brilliant in diseased pangs that draw them out so much farther than they should ever go. And reach, Mello does: he's pulling his coat off without a word, leather exposing untarnished skin on the right, but the left?]
[Oh, he's been marred. Long ago — plans shattered and flames licking at his very name — but the scars remain in jagged patterns along his shoulder, extend and ruin the skin along his torso where the damage has mercifully halted. The risen, discolored skin has long-since healed over; no amount of intervention from the Gods seem to alter a thing about it.]
[Well, there's Mana, but that's another issue altogether. For now, he only slips out of the vest beneath, sets the bottle on a nearby chair while fabrics are meticulously laid over a surface — stolen or no, they're expensive.]
Worse than this? [For the first time, the extent of his damage is fully visible. Really, a needle? No matter how many times Greed pokes and breaks skin, no pain exists like flesh burning endlessly for what seemed like weeks on end — before he gave in, before he took whatever he could just to make it stop — and no matter the size of what he's asking for, a little bit of cognac and a lot of previous nerve damage is bound to help him along the way.]
[The where of it is irrelevant, Mello would consider his surroundings less than sterile by surgical standards; one glance around the area confirms that no matter where he ends up, the result will be the same. So he'll circle around to face his host for now, ever-curious nature taking precedence over caution. Between two fingers, he offers Greed a slip of notebook paper with a completed design, something scribbled haphazardly on lined sheets until it began to take form, eventually becoming the one thing that Mello knows he has no right to mark himself with.]
[But God had no right to toss him here, so there's that.]
Should cover most of it.
[Well, save for his face. Somehow, scarred flesh is more appealing to him than something infinitely difficult to conceal that's bound to draw far more eyes. But before he lays himself bare and vulnerable before the demon with a too-smug demeanor—]
Does it matter how much is in there? [Tips his chin towards the inkwell while he hoists himself up on a table, slipping up with the same grace he possessed when he was less (or more) than human.]
[Because there's possession, then there's possession. If The Sin's blood has the power to grant entry into an entire city, Mello would be a fool to believe serving as a key is the extent of its ability.]
SORRY FOR SHORTNESS that's all I had lol everything else felt extra
[Your choice~]
[The serpent coils around a withered branch with his tongue extended, the apple hangs from the tree — if you wish — always been your choice in the end — but I can show you — and curiosity is a thing that plagues the brilliant in diseased pangs that draw them out so much farther than they should ever go. And reach, Mello does: he's pulling his coat off without a word, leather exposing untarnished skin on the right, but the left?]
[Oh, he's been marred. Long ago — plans shattered and flames licking at his very name — but the scars remain in jagged patterns along his shoulder, extend and ruin the skin along his torso where the damage has mercifully halted. The risen, discolored skin has long-since healed over; no amount of intervention from the Gods seem to alter a thing about it.]
[Well, there's Mana, but that's another issue altogether. For now, he only slips out of the vest beneath, sets the bottle on a nearby chair while fabrics are meticulously laid over a surface — stolen or no, they're expensive.]
Worse than this? [For the first time, the extent of his damage is fully visible. Really, a needle? No matter how many times Greed pokes and breaks skin, no pain exists like flesh burning endlessly for what seemed like weeks on end — before he gave in, before he took whatever he could just to make it stop — and no matter the size of what he's asking for, a little bit of cognac and a lot of previous nerve damage is bound to help him along the way.]
[The where of it is irrelevant, Mello would consider his surroundings less than sterile by surgical standards; one glance around the area confirms that no matter where he ends up, the result will be the same. So he'll circle around to face his host for now, ever-curious nature taking precedence over caution. Between two fingers, he offers Greed a slip of notebook paper with a completed design, something scribbled haphazardly on lined sheets until it began to take form, eventually becoming the one thing that Mello knows he has no right to mark himself with.]
[But God had no right to toss him here, so there's that.]
Should cover most of it.
[Well, save for his face. Somehow, scarred flesh is more appealing to him than something infinitely difficult to conceal that's bound to draw far more eyes. But before he lays himself bare and vulnerable before the demon with a too-smug demeanor—]
Does it matter how much is in there? [Tips his chin towards the inkwell while he hoists himself up on a table, slipping up with the same grace he possessed when he was less (or more) than human.]
[Because there's possession, then there's possession. If The Sin's blood has the power to grant entry into an entire city, Mello would be a fool to believe serving as a key is the extent of its ability.]