( kind of a loaded word, but ok! we'll put that to the test when sae becomes the cheating wife — )
Loyalty of a dog with the temperament of a cat. ( what a strange combo. well, it's not like sae hates it, or anything — while confusing, he also admits that the unpredictability of it keeps him curious. he always shows people the exact amount of interest he thinks will suffice to keep them coming back; just enough, never more, but — with kaiser, it's a bit hard to estimate.
or perhaps there's no need to estimate it? perhaps there's no need for calculations and cold judgment — but, again. sae's not good at anything else. )
Mm. Yeah. ( not loved, but adored — from afar, from outside of a glass cage he'd built for himself, something for show, never to be touched. people have always treated him like that, anyway — like a symbol rather than a person; a thing, cold and unfeeling. he became what they saw, in the end; the world has shaped him adequately, he'd say?
still, that's not how it feels, when he's with kaiser. huffing out a small, warm breath, as the other's lips press to the side of his neck, he tips his head to allow the other more space, heart skipping an embarrassing beat. ugh....... this is why he can't do affection and relationships and anything of the sort????? he freezes, like deer in headlights, when faced with something genuine, and then — he wants to leave. that's his first instinct??? fighting it so hard rn. )
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( kind of a loaded word, but ok! we'll put that to the test when sae becomes the cheating wife — )
Loyalty of a dog with the temperament of a cat. ( what a strange combo. well, it's not like sae hates it, or anything — while confusing, he also admits that the unpredictability of it keeps him curious. he always shows people the exact amount of interest he thinks will suffice to keep them coming back; just enough, never more, but — with kaiser, it's a bit hard to estimate.
or perhaps there's no need to estimate it? perhaps there's no need for calculations and cold judgment — but, again. sae's not good at anything else. )
Mm. Yeah. ( not loved, but adored — from afar, from outside of a glass cage he'd built for himself, something for show, never to be touched. people have always treated him like that, anyway — like a symbol rather than a person; a thing, cold and unfeeling. he became what they saw, in the end; the world has shaped him adequately, he'd say?
still, that's not how it feels, when he's with kaiser. huffing out a small, warm breath, as the other's lips press to the side of his neck, he tips his head to allow the other more space, heart skipping an embarrassing beat. ugh....... this is why he can't do affection and relationships and anything of the sort????? he freezes, like deer in headlights, when faced with something genuine, and then — he wants to leave. that's his first instinct??? fighting it so hard rn. )