[ once belial releases his hold on him, sariel goes back to the usual slouch; maybe he's trying to make himself seem smaller. (it doesn't really work.) ]
I would never do anything to hurt you, Deputy Head.
[ it shouldn't be surprising that he doesn't take it as a joke, but he moves past it just as quickly as belial does. his focus is now on what happens to the rest of the room: the way it shifts from its default state to a sprawling open field, the simulated skies so bright and blue that it might as well be the real thing. it reminds him a whole lot of the room belial has whisked him away from not too long ago. ]
But this— Will it not malfunction like before?
[ there's no full immersion like in the amphoria room, but that doesn't stop sariel from reaching out to touch the walls. it feels solid against his palm, confirming that this isn't real and seems stable enough.
[ They move on, but that statement hangs in the back of his mind.
"I would never do anything to hurt you."
He believes it—for now. Though he doesn't think that Sariel feels for him the same do-or-die loyalty that he has for Lucilius, not when he's never tasted true freedom before, and not when he's never felt connection with another creature. Belial had lived free for two thousand years, with plenty of opportunity to people who had extended friendship toward him. And he hadn't cared for a single one.
But for Sariel, who would begin his life anew, there were no such guarantees. ]
No, the function of this is more limited. It focuses on one task, so it performs better.
[ this is the start of a new life, and here he is choosing to have it be status quo.
maybe it's just that sariel hasn't had the chance to experience what else the world has to offer. there are far more individuals out there that he has yet to meet, so maybe one of them can convince him this is probably (definitely) a bad idea. but until that time comes, belial will remain as the singular point his entire world revolves around. it's been that way since two thousand years ago and it's going to stay that way for a little while longer.
(he doesn't really see a problem in this.)
he's so focused on the simulated grassy fields that he doesn't even turn to face belial as he speaks. if one where to disregard the furniture left behind, then maybe it would have really looked like he's surrounded by such a peaceful sight. ]
This is fine. [ finally, he turns to face belial. ] This reminds me of an area close to Uriel and Raphael's cottage, so it's fine like this.
[ For a moment, Belial looks surprised when Sariel mentions Uriel and Raphael instead of the courtyard back on the Astral premises, but it smooths over easily enough. Sariel's fate after Belial had stolen his wings was impossible for him to control, but it doesn't surprise him that the primarchs were soft enough to welcome him into their fold.
It would be easy enough for them to assume that Sariel was nothing more than a helpless pawn in Belial and Lucilius' machinations, an assumption that wouldn't be entirely incorrect. ]
This is your space, so if it suits you, it suits me.
[ It's strange, he thinks, to imagine Sariel living in a domestic space like this, and not just because it's filled with things that have no relevance to primal beasts (a kitchen, a bedroom). A home implies a sense of belonging, the foundations of an identity.
What sort of self is Sariel going to build for himself? ]
You're going to have to take ownership, Sari. You'll be responsible for those ant colonies too. Can you take care of them?
[ it's strange for him to think of this in that matter: if it suits him, then it suits belial just fine too. this isn't the first time the other primal has taken his opinion into account but it's still bizarre to have this much... freedom? he thinks this is what it's like to be given a choice, or something really close to it.
he's not entirely sure what to think of it. ]
I understand. I will do my best.
[ he makes his way over to the dining area, and then over to the living room where the fields of grass continue to sprawl across the walls. ]
I will start with one colony for now. I don't know how the ants would feel if I took too many away from their home.
[ Or not. But he doesn't doubt that Sariel will figure it out eventually—he has centuries to master anything that he puts his mind to. A perk of being immortal.
Though, Belial's not sure how much he wants to be in a space surrounded by ants, but he can endure it for Sariel's sake, he supposes. For now, he turns his attention further inward of the apartment, crooking his finger to signal to Sariel to follow him. ]
[ there's a split-second where sariel is observing the simulated fields of grass, looking the part of someone who is deep in thought. whatever it is that came to mind is soon forgotten when belial's voice filters through, head nodding once. ]
Yes.
[ ... yeah, that's all he has to say before he's moving, long strides crossing the short distance between the two of them. he falls behind belial's pace but it's fine; he's more curious to see what else this apartment has in store for them.
(it'd be nice, he thinks, if this place can turn into something that suits both their needs. he'll try to work on that somehow.) ]
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I would never do anything to hurt you, Deputy Head.
[ it shouldn't be surprising that he doesn't take it as a joke, but he moves past it just as quickly as belial does. his focus is now on what happens to the rest of the room: the way it shifts from its default state to a sprawling open field, the simulated skies so bright and blue that it might as well be the real thing. it reminds him a whole lot of the room belial has whisked him away from not too long ago. ]
But this— Will it not malfunction like before?
[ there's no full immersion like in the amphoria room, but that doesn't stop sariel from reaching out to touch the walls. it feels solid against his palm, confirming that this isn't real and seems stable enough.
hopefully. ]
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"I would never do anything to hurt you."
He believes it—for now. Though he doesn't think that Sariel feels for him the same do-or-die loyalty that he has for Lucilius, not when he's never tasted true freedom before, and not when he's never felt connection with another creature. Belial had lived free for two thousand years, with plenty of opportunity to people who had extended friendship toward him. And he hadn't cared for a single one.
But for Sariel, who would begin his life anew, there were no such guarantees. ]
No, the function of this is more limited. It focuses on one task, so it performs better.
[ He looks over at Sariel, amused. ]
What do you want this place to look like?
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maybe it's just that sariel hasn't had the chance to experience what else the world has to offer. there are far more individuals out there that he has yet to meet, so maybe one of them can convince him this is probably (definitely) a bad idea. but until that time comes, belial will remain as the singular point his entire world revolves around. it's been that way since two thousand years ago and it's going to stay that way for a little while longer.
(he doesn't really see a problem in this.)
he's so focused on the simulated grassy fields that he doesn't even turn to face belial as he speaks. if one where to disregard the furniture left behind, then maybe it would have really looked like he's surrounded by such a peaceful sight. ]
This is fine. [ finally, he turns to face belial. ] This reminds me of an area close to Uriel and Raphael's cottage, so it's fine like this.
[ he perks up. ]
Unless... you have another preference.
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It would be easy enough for them to assume that Sariel was nothing more than a helpless pawn in Belial and Lucilius' machinations, an assumption that wouldn't be entirely incorrect. ]
This is your space, so if it suits you, it suits me.
[ It's strange, he thinks, to imagine Sariel living in a domestic space like this, and not just because it's filled with things that have no relevance to primal beasts (a kitchen, a bedroom). A home implies a sense of belonging, the foundations of an identity.
What sort of self is Sariel going to build for himself? ]
You're going to have to take ownership, Sari. You'll be responsible for those ant colonies too. Can you take care of them?
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he's not entirely sure what to think of it. ]
I understand. I will do my best.
[ he makes his way over to the dining area, and then over to the living room where the fields of grass continue to sprawl across the walls. ]
I will start with one colony for now. I don't know how the ants would feel if I took too many away from their home.
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[ Or not. But he doesn't doubt that Sariel will figure it out eventually—he has centuries to master anything that he puts his mind to. A perk of being immortal.
Though, Belial's not sure how much he wants to be in a space surrounded by ants, but he can endure it for Sariel's sake, he supposes. For now, he turns his attention further inward of the apartment, crooking his finger to signal to Sariel to follow him. ]
But let's finish our tour.
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Yes.
[ ... yeah, that's all he has to say before he's moving, long strides crossing the short distance between the two of them. he falls behind belial's pace but it's fine; he's more curious to see what else this apartment has in store for them.
(it'd be nice, he thinks, if this place can turn into something that suits both their needs. he'll try to work on that somehow.) ]