[ Sebastian knew that Silco was in trouble, naturally. It had little to do with their Covenant in this case and everything to do with proximity and his own sharp senses. After all, he’s just downstairs, sharing gentle, flirtatious conversation with a customer as they drift into the haze of beautifully prepared opium. When he hears the first little crash above, he laughs to himself and hands the pipe off to his customer with an apology that he might have to step out momentarily. One of the other attendants slips in, and as the fight continues upstairs, Sebastian quietly steps outside into the din of the club proper.
He could go earlier, certainly. But why would he?
The more Silco suffers, the better it is for Sebastian’s purposes. He knows that Silco loathes having to draw on their Covenant, since it makes him feel weak. And Sebastian knows his master well at this point. There’s little more he hates than that. Whatever trouble he’s facing will fester the sort of vicious, snarling hatred that Sebastian so loves to taste. So, he laughs when he feels that magical pull, though it’s too soft to hear in the noise.
It's only moments after Silco calls for him that the floor underneath Silco darkens as a shadow slips quickly past as if there were something overhead. That’s not the case, of course. Silco will know the cool, ethereal feeling of the shadows brushing over skin, but it’s only a flicker. Those shadows form themselves behind Gen where Silco can see, but to Gen, it’s as if Sebastian simply appears out of thin air.
Sebastian presses his body flush to Gen’s back, but it’s solely because there’s not many options with how the three of them are positioned. One hand darts down Gen’s flesh arm to grab his wrist with tight, near crushing, but still warning force. His other shows a glint of metal as Sebastian sets his head on Gen’s shoulder and presses the blade of a knife to Gen’s throat with just enough pressure to draw a hairline of blood. He’s careful and precise enough that he won’t cut further even if Gen struggles… Or at least not without giving the young man a chance to relent. ]
Dear me… You have been getting into so much trouble recently. You really cannot play nice with anyone, can you?
[ His voice is velvety as he teases Silco, but the command that follows comes low and dangerous into Gen’s ear. ]
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He could go earlier, certainly. But why would he?
The more Silco suffers, the better it is for Sebastian’s purposes. He knows that Silco loathes having to draw on their Covenant, since it makes him feel weak. And Sebastian knows his master well at this point. There’s little more he hates than that. Whatever trouble he’s facing will fester the sort of vicious, snarling hatred that Sebastian so loves to taste. So, he laughs when he feels that magical pull, though it’s too soft to hear in the noise.
It's only moments after Silco calls for him that the floor underneath Silco darkens as a shadow slips quickly past as if there were something overhead. That’s not the case, of course. Silco will know the cool, ethereal feeling of the shadows brushing over skin, but it’s only a flicker. Those shadows form themselves behind Gen where Silco can see, but to Gen, it’s as if Sebastian simply appears out of thin air.
Sebastian presses his body flush to Gen’s back, but it’s solely because there’s not many options with how the three of them are positioned. One hand darts down Gen’s flesh arm to grab his wrist with tight, near crushing, but still warning force. His other shows a glint of metal as Sebastian sets his head on Gen’s shoulder and presses the blade of a knife to Gen’s throat with just enough pressure to draw a hairline of blood. He’s careful and precise enough that he won’t cut further even if Gen struggles… Or at least not without giving the young man a chance to relent. ]
Dear me… You have been getting into so much trouble recently. You really cannot play nice with anyone, can you?
[ His voice is velvety as he teases Silco, but the command that follows comes low and dangerous into Gen’s ear. ]
Release him.