We are not friends, [ asura spits, the word wretched upon his tongue like something rotted, something spoiled. to him, orochi is speaking nonsense. he doesn't believe in prophecies, feels himself in control of his own future, in his ability to change the world. things happen because of the choices people make, and taishakuten has made his choices clear.
orochi, too, is full of machinations. his words are distractions, meant to befuddle and disarm his opposition. where taishakuten wields power and puppet strings, orochi whispers gently, tenderly, invitingly in the dark.
he grips the photo tighter when orochi goes to take it from him, arches an eyebrow, then releases it all at once.
there's clearly something going on there, but what that is exactly is beyond him. ]
Not an enemy, not a friend. An obsession, then. [ you're welcome for the assessment.
the photograph taken from him, he glances at the walls to see if there are any other faces staring back besides susanoo's, then proceeds into the kitchen to see if orochi has anything decent to drink. ]
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orochi, too, is full of machinations. his words are distractions, meant to befuddle and disarm his opposition. where taishakuten wields power and puppet strings, orochi whispers gently, tenderly, invitingly in the dark.
he grips the photo tighter when orochi goes to take it from him, arches an eyebrow, then releases it all at once.
there's clearly something going on there, but what that is exactly is beyond him. ]
Not an enemy, not a friend. An obsession, then. [ you're welcome for the assessment.
the photograph taken from him, he glances at the walls to see if there are any other faces staring back besides susanoo's, then proceeds into the kitchen to see if orochi has anything decent to drink. ]