( they're devil hunters. they hunt and kill devils. they do not offer any incentives for the devils and fiends that they have so graciously extended (heavily conditional) clemency to because their first and foremost incentive for continued cooperation is not getting sent immediately back down to Hell where they belong. ever since its creation, the special division has faced a fair amount of criticism from both public and private sectors. maybe that's why they had leveraged aki's transfer: his unyielding stance on devils would mean he would do what needed to be done if it came to that point.
he doesn't have to turn to sense her footsteps shadowing his own, close enough that her presence was causing his honed-keen instincts to prickle along his spine. he does his best to ignore them. though, really, "uncouth to bear a grudge?" aki's life for the last thirteen years has been an extended grudge. and that's just the thing about humans and devils: their relationship is very simple, cut-and-dry, black-and-white. the threads of intricacy she's pulling at do not exist. devils kill humans and relish in their fear and suffering. humans do what they can to defend themselves (or in aki's case, scrape together whatever paltry revenge they can). there's nothing more to it.
and yet...
he goes still as her arms thread beneath his. he hadn't expected her to be this oddly gentle, the loose loop of her arms around him warm rather than constricting or controlling. her breath blooms against the nape of his neck, the touch faintly ticklish. for some reason he'd thought some part of him would buck at this amount of familiarity, this amount of intimacy, but it doesn't. that's the problem. he slowly exhales, placing his hands on the edge of the counter. )
We do get along. It's been weeks since we last got into a fistfight.
( the line between aki being completely serious and him indulging in bone-dry humor is so razor thin, it's often impossible to tell the truth. )
Power, ( his right hand moves to hers, taking it by the wrist. he tries to guide it away from him, the first step in their disentanglement, but he's not necessarily doing it by force. it'd be all too easy to resist it. ) Where's all this coming from? ( no, it's not uncharacteristic of her to attempt to use her wiles to get her way (whatever permutation that took), but she has rarely been so... straight-forward. )
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( they're devil hunters. they hunt and kill devils. they do not offer any incentives for the devils and fiends that they have so graciously extended (heavily conditional) clemency to because their first and foremost incentive for continued cooperation is not getting sent immediately back down to Hell where they belong. ever since its creation, the special division has faced a fair amount of criticism from both public and private sectors. maybe that's why they had leveraged aki's transfer: his unyielding stance on devils would mean he would do what needed to be done if it came to that point.
he doesn't have to turn to sense her footsteps shadowing his own, close enough that her presence was causing his honed-keen instincts to prickle along his spine. he does his best to ignore them. though, really, "uncouth to bear a grudge?" aki's life for the last thirteen years has been an extended grudge. and that's just the thing about humans and devils: their relationship is very simple, cut-and-dry, black-and-white. the threads of intricacy she's pulling at do not exist. devils kill humans and relish in their fear and suffering. humans do what they can to defend themselves (or in aki's case, scrape together whatever paltry revenge they can). there's nothing more to it.
and yet...
he goes still as her arms thread beneath his. he hadn't expected her to be this oddly gentle, the loose loop of her arms around him warm rather than constricting or controlling. her breath blooms against the nape of his neck, the touch faintly ticklish. for some reason he'd thought some part of him would buck at this amount of familiarity, this amount of intimacy, but it doesn't. that's the problem. he slowly exhales, placing his hands on the edge of the counter. )
We do get along. It's been weeks since we last got into a fistfight.
( the line between aki being completely serious and him indulging in bone-dry humor is so razor thin, it's often impossible to tell the truth. )
Power, ( his right hand moves to hers, taking it by the wrist. he tries to guide it away from him, the first step in their disentanglement, but he's not necessarily doing it by force. it'd be all too easy to resist it. ) Where's all this coming from? ( no, it's not uncharacteristic of her to attempt to use her wiles to get her way (whatever permutation that took), but she has rarely been so... straight-forward. )
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