[ Setsuna has no idea, the moral dilemma circling around in Mello's head, but he can guess. He's justifying it to himself, doing it or not doing it, and at the moment, doing it seems to be the prevailing argument. It's certainly the argument he would prefer to prevail, at least, nearly nose-to-nose as they are now, leering at each other like slabs of meat.
The hunger is also present in Setsuna's features, a leanness and meanness shining in his unnatural eyes, boring into Mello's intently. Yes, push, close, claim, mark, stop thinking about this and just do it—
...oh.
Well, there we go.
The bottom of his mouth drops slightly, flashing a pointed grin, teeth clicking together, loud, snapsnap. ]
I'd welcome it.
[ And he really does, pressing himself into that barrel, his own knife slipping from its hiding place in its sleeve, into his palm and hand, which goes to Mello's throat. His control of the blade is so fine, so absolute, that Mello is in zero danger of a fatal slice, even if he lunges. The blade is finer than Mello's, sharper, more familiar, and therefore all the more fun. His other hand drifts to Mello's leather-clad thigh, massages ever so slightly, but goes no further. Take what you want, Mello. Fight for it. ]
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The hunger is also present in Setsuna's features, a leanness and meanness shining in his unnatural eyes, boring into Mello's intently. Yes, push, close, claim, mark, stop thinking about this and just do it—
...oh.
Well, there we go.
The bottom of his mouth drops slightly, flashing a pointed grin, teeth clicking together, loud, snapsnap. ]
I'd welcome it.
[ And he really does, pressing himself into that barrel, his own knife slipping from its hiding place in its sleeve, into his palm and hand, which goes to Mello's throat. His control of the blade is so fine, so absolute, that Mello is in zero danger of a fatal slice, even if he lunges. The blade is finer than Mello's, sharper, more familiar, and therefore all the more fun. His other hand drifts to Mello's leather-clad thigh, massages ever so slightly, but goes no further. Take what you want, Mello. Fight for it. ]
And that's not going to kill me, for the record.
[ So do your worst, tiger. ]