[ Under normal circumstances, Asura is more or less a gentleman. He can be thoughtful, can be dutiful, can be kind. Unfortunately for all parties involved, his keeper is not present. Asura goes untethered, striking down friend and foe alike. He has not yet decided which the man in his grasp is, and he does not care. It is all of it infuriating. They are all of them fools.
He doesn't like the way Wangji looks upon him, the light in the stranger's eyes damning. This is a soul raised on his inherent superiority to others. This gaze casts judgement, finds him wanting. People like this drove Taishakuten from his side, cornered his friend until no path forward for them remained.
He snarls, blades seeking blood, pointed tip of one tentacle whipping forward to press into the soft flesh of Wangji's throat. ]
It's not about being a groom! What do you know about marriage anyway...?!
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He doesn't like the way Wangji looks upon him, the light in the stranger's eyes damning. This is a soul raised on his inherent superiority to others. This gaze casts judgement, finds him wanting. People like this drove Taishakuten from his side, cornered his friend until no path forward for them remained.
He snarls, blades seeking blood, pointed tip of one tentacle whipping forward to press into the soft flesh of Wangji's throat. ]
It's not about being a groom! What do you know about marriage anyway...?!