[Sirius hadn't forgotten the dream they shared. Greed's tempting offer was never far from his mind but the events of the last few months had taken their toll. He hadn't meant to forget the promise he made to Greed, it just felt like he has so little time to breathe before something terrible happened again. It was also difficult for him to ask for help, although he was trying to get better at that.
He also didn't have anywhere else to go and the quiet gratitude in his expression was reflected by the hesitant warmth that flowed through their tether.]
Thank you. I didn't mean to doubt your word. I just didn't want to impose.
[The darkness that bled into the edge of his eyes stopped its advance as Greed's tether helped ground him. Greed's scrutiny however stirred the wraith's nature inside him and the black bandages around his arms discreetly loosened with a predatory aggression. The movement revealed a small glimpse of something glowing underneath his bandages.
With a small wince, Sirius struggled to control the wraith's violent impulse that momentarily clouded his mind.]
[The Sin's eyes go steady; the weight of them frozen, chilly, cold as he watches the glow beat itself through the bandages. However, the look on his face isn't as challenging as it usually is. It's something else: empathy, understanding. A little sympathy from the devil, silently passing between them like a sack of water when all else has run dry, dry, dry.]
[Greed pockets his hands, and the tip of his tail licks off the floor. A waft to taste the wood and scorch the dust settled between the boards.] Save it. That thanks. Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it, Sirius. [His tone is light, yet there's a scratch to it. The barest hint of a bite, twitching at the forks of his tongue and pressing hot behind his teeth. How long was his list going to get? How many more names was he going to have to add? Of the people he knew, of his, and all life owed them, time and time again.]
[It's a later conversation. Or maybe, it will never be one at all. He's always made it a point not to pry too much if he doesn't have to. It had to be because they wanted to. Because they wanted to lay down their confessions and let sin, sin of all things, add them to a pile that he would collect on later.]
[Greed irritably snorts, yanking one of his hands out of his pocket.] Yeah, I'm sure you could. Seems to me you've already had a time getting here, though, hmn? Figured you're owed the favor. [He extends his arm, then; an elbow, should Sirius decide to take it.]
[After days of isolation Sirius was parched and he gladly accepted the little sympathy from the devil, although he didn't see Greed that way. Not when he was kind enough to let someone like him stay here. He was trying not to see himself as a monster anymore but Sleep reopened those old wounds.
But that was later conversation, one that he might be willing to have when the wounds from the dream weren't so raw. He wanted to, but he needed more time.
He was too tired to argue with Greed's observation and he gave in with a ghost of a smile.] Fair enough. [The aura of cold that radiated from him hungrily wrapped around Greed's warmth as he took his arm, taking advantage of his exhaustion to lean into the other's comforting touch for a moment. His eyes narrowed slightly at the question.]
I'm not sure. Several days maybe but I don't need normal food anymore.
[He craved something else and a shadow crossed over his expression. When was the last time he had that?]
[He takes his arm, and the Sin smiles. Something sly, something slick, something knowing. Really, he couldn't possibly have any idea of what Sirius has gone through (in the world where he came from, in another dream of Sleep's design where she took her pleasure in pitting whatever she had against them). That exhaustion, however: he's seen it countless times. Seen it and, maybe, lived it once or twice before. Not that he had ever gotten tired. Not in the same way, at least.]
[Still, it's all semantics at the end of the day. He understands, even if he doesn't have the whole picture yet.]
[Greed hums, guiding Sirius as gingerly as he can up and away from the bar proper.] That right? Something from before, or is that thanks to our friend here running the place? [Friend, he says, yet his tone says otherwise. How it rattles on the forks of his tongue like a lick of hot-ready venom.] Doesn't matter. First, let's get you upstairs. We can get to all that later.
[One day, he's going to have to thank Jinx for her efforts. The elevator, which had been stuck at a standstill for months, is an easier alternative. And it's where he leads Sirius on; the colorful lights of the bar and its eye-popping decor, drifting past them as smearing as traffic signs in the rain.]
[Greed shoves his elbow into the outside console, turning the button for "4" yellow with a glow.] Figured this floor will be a little more quiet. It's still pretty empty, for the most part. [Save 'Lört, but the bird had a habit of being anywhere he wanted, when he wanted, no matter who took up residence.]
[The elevator chimes (offkey, grinding), and the former homunculus nudges one of its sticky doors open with the toe of his boot.] In the meantime, think about some things you may need. We'll get you settled in, and then I can see what I can do on my end, hmn?
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He also didn't have anywhere else to go and the quiet gratitude in his expression was reflected by the hesitant warmth that flowed through their tether.]
Thank you. I didn't mean to doubt your word. I just didn't want to impose.
[The darkness that bled into the edge of his eyes stopped its advance as Greed's tether helped ground him. Greed's scrutiny however stirred the wraith's nature inside him and the black bandages around his arms discreetly loosened with a predatory aggression. The movement revealed a small glimpse of something glowing underneath his bandages.
With a small wince, Sirius struggled to control the wraith's violent impulse that momentarily clouded his mind.]
Yeah I can walk. I'm just tired.
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[Greed pockets his hands, and the tip of his tail licks off the floor. A waft to taste the wood and scorch the dust settled between the boards.] Save it. That thanks. Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it, Sirius. [His tone is light, yet there's a scratch to it. The barest hint of a bite, twitching at the forks of his tongue and pressing hot behind his teeth. How long was his list going to get? How many more names was he going to have to add? Of the people he knew, of his, and all life owed them, time and time again.]
[It's a later conversation. Or maybe, it will never be one at all. He's always made it a point not to pry too much if he doesn't have to. It had to be because they wanted to. Because they wanted to lay down their confessions and let sin, sin of all things, add them to a pile that he would collect on later.]
[Greed irritably snorts, yanking one of his hands out of his pocket.] Yeah, I'm sure you could. Seems to me you've already had a time getting here, though, hmn? Figured you're owed the favor. [He extends his arm, then; an elbow, should Sirius decide to take it.]
When's the last time you ate?
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But that was later conversation, one that he might be willing to have when the wounds from the dream weren't so raw. He wanted to, but he needed more time.
He was too tired to argue with Greed's observation and he gave in with a ghost of a smile.] Fair enough. [The aura of cold that radiated from him hungrily wrapped around Greed's warmth as he took his arm, taking advantage of his exhaustion to lean into the other's comforting touch for a moment. His eyes narrowed slightly at the question.]
I'm not sure. Several days maybe but I don't need normal food anymore.
[He craved something else and a shadow crossed over his expression. When was the last time he had that?]
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[Still, it's all semantics at the end of the day. He understands, even if he doesn't have the whole picture yet.]
[Greed hums, guiding Sirius as gingerly as he can up and away from the bar proper.] That right? Something from before, or is that thanks to our friend here running the place? [Friend, he says, yet his tone says otherwise. How it rattles on the forks of his tongue like a lick of hot-ready venom.] Doesn't matter. First, let's get you upstairs. We can get to all that later.
[One day, he's going to have to thank Jinx for her efforts. The elevator, which had been stuck at a standstill for months, is an easier alternative. And it's where he leads Sirius on; the colorful lights of the bar and its eye-popping decor, drifting past them as smearing as traffic signs in the rain.]
[Greed shoves his elbow into the outside console, turning the button for "4" yellow with a glow.] Figured this floor will be a little more quiet. It's still pretty empty, for the most part. [Save 'Lört, but the bird had a habit of being anywhere he wanted, when he wanted, no matter who took up residence.]
[The elevator chimes (offkey, grinding), and the former homunculus nudges one of its sticky doors open with the toe of his boot.] In the meantime, think about some things you may need. We'll get you settled in, and then I can see what I can do on my end, hmn?