[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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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?