[Perhaps it had been a mistake to give the priest too much space, if he had spent it thinking about the transgressions he'd been performing instead of what Mukuro had done to him. Or perhaps his allure still wasn't strong enough or didn't have enough time to properly take root.
He frowned down into his mug of tea, meeting the priest's gaze steadily from beneath lowered lashes.]
If they're not falsehoods, what then?
[Because was that scarier or better?
The next statement came like a blow, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly in surprise. While he had thought the priest might come to his senses, he had believed that the window of time for that to happen had long since passed. He resisted the urge to get outwardly angry, instead forcing that rage and disbelief down to the pit of his stomach. What a miscalculation, and Mukuro hated being wrong or blindsided above most others.
He planted an elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes sharp.]
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He frowned down into his mug of tea, meeting the priest's gaze steadily from beneath lowered lashes.]
If they're not falsehoods, what then?
[Because was that scarier or better?
The next statement came like a blow, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly in surprise. While he had thought the priest might come to his senses, he had believed that the window of time for that to happen had long since passed. He resisted the urge to get outwardly angry, instead forcing that rage and disbelief down to the pit of his stomach. What a miscalculation, and Mukuro hated being wrong or blindsided above most others.
He planted an elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes sharp.]
May I ask why?