The throbbing intensifies, one hand going to his eye, and Siegfried winces slightly, knowing that at this rate, he'll either have to struggle for a long while to keep himself in control, or worse. He can't do this while Sen's in front of him, and he can feel the cage inside his mind slowly begin to unravel. He can't, he can't-
But if he keeps his dragon at bay, this will only be far worse than letting him out of his own volition. Of his own choice.
"Oh? Allowing me something?"
If you do anything to her-
"Well, you'll just have to prove you can keep me in line then, won't you?"
A test of wills, he hates this. Siegfried has no choice, however, and he relinquishes his control, the pain immediately subsiding as his dragon takes hold. Immediately his posture straightens, tail giving an agitated swipe as the inside of his eyes seem to swirl into something dark.
It's followed by a chuckle, one that's too dark for what Siegfried usually carries.]
Well, how pleasant. [Black sclera flick to Sen, then to the environment around him.] It's been some time, hasn't it. You've a lot of courage to ask for me directly.
[Said while easily coming into her space, an all too familiar grin spreading on his face. STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER.]
[She can feel it, the tugging in her mind that shows that they're negotiating. Sure, she can't hear it since Siegfried keeps it so deep within him, guarding himself from any possibility that this dragon would emerge. But feeling it is possible. The waves of Siegfried's frustration, like he's getting taunted. And then Siegfried felling physically my relaxed right after.
She knows what happened. He has let himself go. That means a certain other being will emerge. And there, his voice, dark and cheerful. His eyes, changed. He's free, he's dangerous, and he's not afraid of her at all.
Nor she him.
She steps forward, meeting him halfway as he so dares steps towards her. STRANGER DANGER BUT WHAT IS DANGER.]
It is, I wonder if you have missed me.
[Jokes.] I thought you already knew that I do not fear you. Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no?
Always. [A claw aims to grab her chin with a gentler touch then one would expect of such a creature, but he's not always so blunt when he wishes to be. A push, a pull. Give and take. These are simple rules, but ones he knows well how to use- how to manipulate or move however he desires. There is no one to tell him he cannot or will not do what he pleases.
Has he missed her? In his own way, he supposes so- seeing as he's watched from behind bars that allow him to see but never touch, to hear but never speak. Is he answering her retort of such a thing, or is he answering that he knows she does not fear him? Who knows? A dragon doesn't tell.
He can feel the lull inside him rumble quietly as his other half watches, a sentry waiting for the wrong move to prove he must take over once more. Ah, but where's the fun in being so uptight? Even Sen would agree, he knows. She's already come forward to meet him rather than shy away like most.
Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no? It's odd, he's never shied away from something like a conversation, but he doesn't quite like how this sits in the air. Siegfried tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a little at her.]
"Talk with me," as you've said. How much is this going to end up in me relinquishing my hold of him?
[Because while he loves the attention, being asked for specifically like this usually has a cost- and it may not be one he's willing to pay.]
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The throbbing intensifies, one hand going to his eye, and Siegfried winces slightly, knowing that at this rate, he'll either have to struggle for a long while to keep himself in control, or worse. He can't do this while Sen's in front of him, and he can feel the cage inside his mind slowly begin to unravel. He can't, he can't-
But if he keeps his dragon at bay, this will only be far worse than letting him out of his own volition. Of his own choice.
"Oh? Allowing me something?"
If you do anything to her-
"Well, you'll just have to prove you can keep me in line then, won't you?"
A test of wills, he hates this. Siegfried has no choice, however, and he relinquishes his control, the pain immediately subsiding as his dragon takes hold. Immediately his posture straightens, tail giving an agitated swipe as the inside of his eyes seem to swirl into something dark.
It's followed by a chuckle, one that's too dark for what Siegfried usually carries.]
Well, how pleasant. [Black sclera flick to Sen, then to the environment around him.] It's been some time, hasn't it. You've a lot of courage to ask for me directly.
[Said while easily coming into her space, an all too familiar grin spreading on his face. STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER.]
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She knows what happened. He has let himself go. That means a certain other being will emerge. And there, his voice, dark and cheerful. His eyes, changed. He's free, he's dangerous, and he's not afraid of her at all.
Nor she him.
She steps forward, meeting him halfway as he so dares steps towards her. STRANGER DANGER BUT WHAT IS DANGER.]
It is, I wonder if you have missed me.
[Jokes.] I thought you already knew that I do not fear you. Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no?
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Has he missed her? In his own way, he supposes so- seeing as he's watched from behind bars that allow him to see but never touch, to hear but never speak. Is he answering her retort of such a thing, or is he answering that he knows she does not fear him? Who knows? A dragon doesn't tell.
He can feel the lull inside him rumble quietly as his other half watches, a sentry waiting for the wrong move to prove he must take over once more. Ah, but where's the fun in being so uptight? Even Sen would agree, he knows. She's already come forward to meet him rather than shy away like most.
Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no? It's odd, he's never shied away from something like a conversation, but he doesn't quite like how this sits in the air. Siegfried tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a little at her.]
"Talk with me," as you've said. How much is this going to end up in me relinquishing my hold of him?
[Because while he loves the attention, being asked for specifically like this usually has a cost- and it may not be one he's willing to pay.]