[private] It's been awhile since I first saw you

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

There was a time when he had first met Sabra that he was sure she might have wanted him in some capacity. The last thing he would ever want is to touch her the way he does the golden mare behind him but there had been times when Aela had urged him to use his few skills for good use and this seems like one of those moments where he should at least try. It’s a mixture of relief and rejection (since when had this not worked?) when she steps away with a hard gaze at him. He says nothing as she casts her venom, his expression remaining the same as she speaks of his inability to stomach whatever she might have in mind. He gives a slight shrug, there was no point in trying to hide something that Sabra had already known about him, had pulled out of him when he was still confused beneath her hypnotizing gaze. He hadn’t had the snake then, the uncontrollable thing within him that seemed to pop out when he couldn’t rein in his emotions, that hungered for blood and bone and chaos. That thing might have the stomach Sabra mentioned but the last thing he wanted was for the speared mare to discover that tidibit.

There were too many already that had either seen his scales or the snake already. He knew the danger that lay inside him, one that he could not control. He had already spent many sleepless nights considering the worst outcomes. Becoming the snake and never finding his way back out, someone controlling the snake (controlling him) for their own use, becoming an unwilling and vicious slave to the whims of someone else. It was one thing to be guided by Aela, to let her take control of the wheel at times. He was aware of her subtle manipulations at time but there seemed to be some sort of give and take there.

There would be none if the snake was in control. And someone was in control of the snake.

“So what do you suggest then Sabra?” He asks with a sigh, not wanting to see the look on Aela’s face that he had failed to charm or seduce her. That he had somehow failed in the one thing he had always been good at. Instead, he fixes his charming smile on the pierced woman and considers what she had said earlier as he waits for her response. Something about monsters and Oceane. He rather liked Oceane but he did have to admit with Aela that when in charge of a motley crew like those of Sylva and the Pampas, keeping them on a short leash would only make it worse. He had tried to find a middle ground with the Loessian Queen, an outlet for those monsters and tricksters and chaos lovers. She hadn’t seen the reason, the logic in his request.

So now they were here. Plotting with the enemy so to speak. And while the dark Fae may not have cravings for unnecessary bloodshed and death, he could appreciate a creative approach to mayhem and mischief. Thrived on it, so to speak. So whatever Sabra had in mind, he would at least consider. There was no harm in considering all the possibilities after all.

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@Aela
@Sabra