( qiu's acceptance of the fact is either too quick or just impossible, but baby isn't logically thinking about any of it. the fear of separation, of knowing the pain of a broken heart and being able to do nothing about it—it catches him so off-guard that he's motionless. he doesn't even settle when qiu traps him within the confines of his arms, leaving no room to do anything but look at him.
slowly, almost carefully, he shakes his head. )
They're for Gwi-ma. ( strangely enough, he whispers the demon lord's name as though speaking it too loudly would draw his attention. ) He rules over us. Demons. ( there's another pause, once again uncertain. ) And he's been trapped by the Honmoon for so long... If we do this show, he'll be free.
( he's yet to explain about the honmoon and huntrix, how they're all related. how all of it's just been for this one thing. before, baby had been happy to comply—almost thrilled to do it. it meant leaving the demon realm and living in this luxury lifestyle of an idol. it meant experiencing a taste of freedom that he hadn't had in centuries. nowhere in all of that had he planned on falling in love with qiu.
baby looks at him then, shrinking down into the chair. )
He'll take every soul he can find then. Yours too. ( and that would be the end of it. )
[ there had been a moment there, where qiu had been so focused on problem-solving that the worry began to seep into his expression, softening the usually hard edges of his seemingly perpetual scowl. but the second baby mentions gwi-ma, the instant qiu realizes none of this is for baby himself, qiu's expression shutters up again. his eyes grow cold and sharp, and his answer is swift. ]
Not a fucking chance.
[ maybe, if it were just for baby, then maybe...
it doesn't matter. there's no point in thinking about what-ifs.
taking baby's hand in his, he gives it a brief squeeze. there are still options here — there has to be. ]
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slowly, almost carefully, he shakes his head. )
They're for Gwi-ma. ( strangely enough, he whispers the demon lord's name as though speaking it too loudly would draw his attention. ) He rules over us. Demons. ( there's another pause, once again uncertain. ) And he's been trapped by the Honmoon for so long... If we do this show, he'll be free.
( he's yet to explain about the honmoon and huntrix, how they're all related. how all of it's just been for this one thing. before, baby had been happy to comply—almost thrilled to do it. it meant leaving the demon realm and living in this luxury lifestyle of an idol. it meant experiencing a taste of freedom that he hadn't had in centuries. nowhere in all of that had he planned on falling in love with qiu.
baby looks at him then, shrinking down into the chair. )
He'll take every soul he can find then. Yours too. ( and that would be the end of it. )
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Not a fucking chance.
[ maybe, if it were just for baby, then maybe...
it doesn't matter. there's no point in thinking about what-ifs.
taking baby's hand in his, he gives it a brief squeeze. there are still options here — there has to be. ]
What if he doesn't get free? What happens to you?