A cold feeling of despair bubbled over his anger, over his hatred for Belial, and terror seized at his consciousness. He felt dizzy, half hating, half wanting Belial's closeness for the sheer strangeness of it. Beelzebub was afraid of his own desires, afraid to let himself open, let himself falter and be vulnerable.
And in this, he made himself more vulnerable than accepting his desires ever could. "Stop," he gasped, wriggling back against the wall; there was nowhere to go with Belial's sheer, anger-fed strength holding him prisoner. It was so easy to forget how powerful they were, masked by these weak bodies, so easy to forget the locomoting force behind it all. The hard wall behind him would give before Belial did.
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Date: 2006-08-08 07:48 pm (UTC)And in this, he made himself more vulnerable than accepting his desires ever could. "Stop," he gasped, wriggling back against the wall; there was nowhere to go with Belial's sheer, anger-fed strength holding him prisoner. It was so easy to forget how powerful they were, masked by these weak bodies, so easy to forget the locomoting force behind it all. The hard wall behind him would give before Belial did.