[ there are many reasons why six chooses to wear a mask. the first few are probably the saddest and most important ones, things other people can probably put together so he never bothers to explain it, but there are others that are almost unknowingly and accidentally. faced with a situation he has no idea how to react to, the mask provides a shield just so no one - especially siete, of all people - can get a read on how he's feeling.
it makes for a difficult obstruction to deal with, and that's perfectly fine because with siete so close to him, six swears the other could probably see right through the mask. and that's not what he wants. what he wants is...
(the heat that's gradually, slowly, overtaking his face is definitely not happening right now.)
the erune probably doesn't hear a single world siete just said, too caught up with the onslaught of questionable thoughts that suddenly flooded his own mind. whatever he was worried about earlier is now gone thanks to how loud and obnoxious everything else is becoming. the way siete smiles at him is too much; the way he acts like the leader he's always been sends another rush of relief because maybe nothing is wrong and everything is alright—
how quickly siete shatters this illusion when he opens his mouth again is also equally relieving, even if it's more than just annoying.
he sees the man reach over for the only thing in the world he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, and he's already recoiling, twisting away from his reach while also using his hand to push siete's face away. it won't create the distance necessary to completely get away from him, but it should buy him some time.
to think of something. anything.
anything besides just giving into the urge to allow the man to take off his mask. ]
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it makes for a difficult obstruction to deal with, and that's perfectly fine because with siete so close to him, six swears the other could probably see right through the mask. and that's not what he wants. what he wants is...
(the heat that's gradually, slowly, overtaking his face is definitely not happening right now.)
the erune probably doesn't hear a single world siete just said, too caught up with the onslaught of questionable thoughts that suddenly flooded his own mind. whatever he was worried about earlier is now gone thanks to how loud and obnoxious everything else is becoming. the way siete smiles at him is too much; the way he acts like the leader he's always been sends another rush of relief because maybe nothing is wrong and everything is alright—
how quickly siete shatters this illusion when he opens his mouth again is also equally relieving, even if it's more than just annoying.
he sees the man reach over for the only thing in the world he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, and he's already recoiling, twisting away from his reach while also using his hand to push siete's face away. it won't create the distance necessary to completely get away from him, but it should buy him some time.
to think of something. anything.
anything besides just giving into the urge to allow the man to take off his mask. ]
Don't push your luck.
[ a sad and sorry attempt. ]