[ Demand he puts it to better use? Also an option. And that's a great idea. They really should record something at this rate, their joint performances, even when mostly improvisation, seem to be energy-packed somehow. ]
[ And then it catches him. Not quite as strong as it does for the audience, but he can still feel it washing over him. That sense of belonging, being in complete mercy of the man in front of him. Even if it's not technically his turn, he breathes out part of the line over Xanxus' voice; ]
I live for you --
[ His own voice is now radiating absolute and utter devotion, admiration and willingness to lay down his life, no doubt further inspired by Xanxus' little trick though it's been going that way from the start. ]
[ And the sight of fire in his palm drives it all home. This. This is what he loves about that person. The person who commands the flames of hell and his own court of demons, one of which -- ]
[ It feels all too natural, like a mere muscle memory sprung back to life, when he sinks down to one knee, looking up at Xanxus as if he was his lord, though the stubborn grin's still playing on his face, and takes that flaming hand into his own, not caring about getting burnt. ]
I still love you... I still burn.
[ Every word is perfectly earnest. Something's missing, and he can't put his finger on it, but every now and then, that emotion breaks through. Attachment. Knighthood. Pledge. Acceptance for being turned to ash if the king desires it. Apparently some things are rooted in so deep that even brainwashing can't completely override it for long. ]
[ And he's turning the man's hand over and pressing it to his lips. On the upside of one of his fingers... right where his Boss ring should be. ]
much homo
[ And then it catches him. Not quite as strong as it does for the audience, but he can still feel it washing over him. That sense of belonging, being in complete mercy of the man in front of him. Even if it's not technically his turn, he breathes out part of the line over Xanxus' voice; ]
I live for you --
[ His own voice is now radiating absolute and utter devotion, admiration and willingness to lay down his life, no doubt further inspired by Xanxus' little trick though it's been going that way from the start. ]
[ And the sight of fire in his palm drives it all home. This. This is what he loves about that person. The person who commands the flames of hell and his own court of demons, one of which -- ]
[ It feels all too natural, like a mere muscle memory sprung back to life, when he sinks down to one knee, looking up at Xanxus as if he was his lord, though the stubborn grin's still playing on his face, and takes that flaming hand into his own, not caring about getting burnt. ]
I still love you... I still burn.
[ Every word is perfectly earnest. Something's missing, and he can't put his finger on it, but every now and then, that emotion breaks through. Attachment. Knighthood. Pledge. Acceptance for being turned to ash if the king desires it. Apparently some things are rooted in so deep that even brainwashing can't completely override it for long. ]
[ And he's turning the man's hand over and pressing it to his lips. On the upside of one of his fingers... right where his Boss ring should be. ]