Wrath hisses out a sound of annoyance at himself when he cannot steady his hands, cannot push back the fatigue encroaching on his body. He is supposed to be beyond. He is a Prince of Hell, the General of War, little can weaken him, and the show of vulnerability is not one he would ever want revealed.
To anyone.
At least he has some clearer idea of how Five must have felt with his own vulnerability on display for Wrath to see.
He has one vial filled, but he needs the other, and he is not so proud to hold the vial to himself either. It is not a sin he wishes to cling to at present. He thrusts the other vial into Five's hand, and then takes a step back, breathing in through the feeling of the poison. His hands rest on the desk, and his muscles are tense.
All the while he listens for them to be discovered, but they both move quietly enough none of the guards below have been alerted. They laugh, and they drink, and they check the doors and windows.
no subject
To anyone.
At least he has some clearer idea of how Five must have felt with his own vulnerability on display for Wrath to see.
He has one vial filled, but he needs the other, and he is not so proud to hold the vial to himself either. It is not a sin he wishes to cling to at present. He thrusts the other vial into Five's hand, and then takes a step back, breathing in through the feeling of the poison. His hands rest on the desk, and his muscles are tense.
All the while he listens for them to be discovered, but they both move quietly enough none of the guards below have been alerted. They laugh, and they drink, and they check the doors and windows.