Sebastian does wonder about that. Humans generally learn to move on, finding that their fear of loneliness or their biology can drive them to forge new, equally fragile relations with one another. Procreation: a funny, alien thing. Loneliness: even stranger. The Master seems to insist on being that rare outlier.
A shame. Sebastian is sure he could've used those typical human weaknesses against him, like with many of his previous Masters.
At least it's easy to keep this one fed. Lan Wangji is less picky than most, his tastes less demanding.]
Of course, Master.
[There is finding something and finding everything, and it's all in the technicalities. Perhaps he may hold some details close, unless directly ordered to spill his guts. He stands at the bed side as Master Lan Wangji samples today's breakfast and seems to find it up to snuff. A night hunt? Sebastian's eyes slide to his Master, the barest arch of his eyebrow betraying the demon's curiosity as he watches him eat the filth humans insist is food.
Sebastian is already mentally preparing for the arrangements for this night hunt, determined to give his Master every edge and tool he could possibly need, when his next request catches him off guard. In the middle of taking plates and the soup bowl, he pauses for just a breath.]
A musical gala sounds positively enchanting!
[When Sebastian speaks, it's softly, his tone bordering on amused as he smiles amicably at Wangji]
A request, I wonder, or an order?
[Sometimes Sebastian likes to test Master Lan Wangji. Likes to remind him that he holds more power than maybe he likes, that he has the power of a demon behind him and maybe it wouldn't be such a crime to use him as he sees fit. A demon's way of entertaining himself, of testing the valuable soul he circles around. The soul he desires would have no qualms about a stream of orders instead of tip-toeing around a mere butler.
Sometimes, Sebastian finds, you have to train humans into it like pets.]
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Sebastian does wonder about that. Humans generally learn to move on, finding that their fear of loneliness or their biology can drive them to forge new, equally fragile relations with one another. Procreation: a funny, alien thing. Loneliness: even stranger. The Master seems to insist on being that rare outlier.
A shame. Sebastian is sure he could've used those typical human weaknesses against him, like with many of his previous Masters.
At least it's easy to keep this one fed. Lan Wangji is less picky than most, his tastes less demanding.]
Of course, Master.
[There is finding something and finding everything, and it's all in the technicalities. Perhaps he may hold some details close, unless directly ordered to spill his guts. He stands at the bed side as Master Lan Wangji samples today's breakfast and seems to find it up to snuff. A night hunt? Sebastian's eyes slide to his Master, the barest arch of his eyebrow betraying the demon's curiosity as he watches him eat the filth humans insist is food.
Sebastian is already mentally preparing for the arrangements for this night hunt, determined to give his Master every edge and tool he could possibly need, when his next request catches him off guard. In the middle of taking plates and the soup bowl, he pauses for just a breath.]
A musical gala sounds positively enchanting!
[When Sebastian speaks, it's softly, his tone bordering on amused as he smiles amicably at Wangji]
A request, I wonder, or an order?
[Sometimes Sebastian likes to test Master Lan Wangji. Likes to remind him that he holds more power than maybe he likes, that he has the power of a demon behind him and maybe it wouldn't be such a crime to use him as he sees fit. A demon's way of entertaining himself, of testing the valuable soul he circles around. The soul he desires would have no qualms about a stream of orders instead of tip-toeing around a mere butler.
Sometimes, Sebastian finds, you have to train humans into it like pets.]