[He hasn't turned back yet. Admittedly, Mephisto is wary of what he might find there. It's a complicated waltz that he and Stephen have begun to weave, beginning from the lies woven for two weeks, and the truth spilled thereafter. It had been Mephisto that had admitted that he was enamored, and that much was still true. For a man so much like Ariel, Stephen has consistently proven himself to be better at every turn. And that... speaks to Mephisto.
The words that Stephen croons do as well, but he can't bring himself to join in.
Don't say it's love. Your fragile heart feeds my contempt
He turns, finally, elbow resting against against the counter. Whatever melody bouncing around in his head, it's pushed out. He isn't the man that had used Ariel's grief to twist him further around his finger. Whoever, whatever he is now is a wholly different beast.
His expression is plain, unreadable as he studies the other man.]
no subject
The words that Stephen croons do as well, but he can't bring himself to join in.
Don't say it's love.
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt
He turns, finally, elbow resting against against the counter. Whatever melody bouncing around in his head, it's pushed out. He isn't the man that had used Ariel's grief to twist him further around his finger. Whoever, whatever he is now is a wholly different beast.
His expression is plain, unreadable as he studies the other man.]
Speak plainly. What is it you feel?