[It takes only a few steps to cross the distance between them, but cross it he does. His hand covers the back of Stephen's own, fingers splaying out in an attempt to spread his companions, to loosen whatever fist he's worked his hand into.
It's preventing Stephen from hurting himself. Nothing more.
Even now, Mephisto lies to himself to hide from the gnarled web of feeling.]
You will be mine. And I shall be yours. [Not a deal, but a promise. An oath. Whatever happened, they would be bound.]
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[It takes only a few steps to cross the distance between them, but cross it he does. His hand covers the back of Stephen's own, fingers splaying out in an attempt to spread his companions, to loosen whatever fist he's worked his hand into.
It's preventing Stephen from hurting himself. Nothing more.
Even now, Mephisto lies to himself to hide from the gnarled web of feeling.]
You will be mine. And I shall be yours. [Not a deal, but a promise. An oath. Whatever happened, they would be bound.]
So. Do not get yourself killed.