[ . . . whoa - it makes anya blink a little bit, and she automatically reaches a hand up as if to touch - but she refrains from actually making contact just making a circling gesture with her finger to indicate his mask]
It is turning white...?
Mammon has very special mask... Больше? Will you tell Anya more about it?
[ . . . . this demon is soft and he's her favorite. that manages to get her to pause for a little bit before she moves to stand in front of him, so she can take both of his hands in hers]
Повторение. Then I will say again and again, in all the words I have.
Ты мне нравишься. [once] 私はあなたが好きです. [twice] I like you. [thrice]
If you want to change, I will like you then too - if you do not, I will still feel the same. Because Mammon is Mammon, and I do not know a time where I will not like you.
it startles her a bit, but - well, she's seen this once before, hasn't she? when she first made him the credit card cookies... that was pretty much the first time she decided she adored him anyway, so maybe it's fitting. so she'll just smile - not without amusement, but definitely very outweighed by fondness
she'll let go of his hands just so that she can beckon him down closer to her level, so it's easier for her to wrap her arms around his shoulders to pull him in for a hug
last time she asked, but this time she won't bother]
[He accepts the hug easily enough, even though, well, it is a bit awkward that he's a big bad 5000+ year old demon being comforted by a human teenager. It's fine, though. She's giving it, and it's all that matters.]
[He sobs for a moment into her shoulder, quietly, before he calms down a bit. He doesn't draw back, though.]
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[thanks, obey me]
[He goes along with her, his lips pursed as he tries to figure out what to say.]
Ah, it's not that. [He shakes his head.] I mean, it's a bit uncomfortable, but its not like it doesn't go against who I am, really...
[Even as he speaks, though, the mask slowly starts changing color - bleaching itself into a pale white.]
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It is turning white...?
Mammon has very special mask... Больше? Will you tell Anya more about it?
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[HE CAN'T SEE IT, OF COURSE]
It's n-not like I chose this mask! [BAKA] I don't get who would give me somethin' like this!!
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[she tilts her head]
Эмоции? Does it change color with your emotion?
[you know like
a mood mask]
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[It sure is a nice white wing on his face, now. Look, it has gold tips, too!]
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[she still thinks it's a very fashionable mask]
Mammon is always golden?
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Hey, I'm the Avatar of Greed, "gold" is practically my middle name!
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[she just
tried to smash it all together]
But if greed... why not give you whole mask?
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[Hm.]
Well, it's cause who I was. [The mask starts to darken again.] Not who I am now.
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don't mind her if she looks a little worried]
... mm? Какая? What do you mean?
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Ah. [It just feels weird to talk about it.] I wasn't always a demon, Anya.
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she tilts her head at that]
Eh? [guess who had no clue] Then... human? Or... angel?
[she's not super into religion or anything but angels and demons tends to go hand in hand right]
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The last one.
[His face is serious.]
I fell, though.
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but she'll try anyway.]
... Как? How? Did it hurt?
[she's heard the 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' pick up line enough times but listen it seems relevant right now]
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[He's a demon now, anyways. That's all stuff of the past.]
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... Mm. You do not miss it? Лучше подойдет? Are you happy like this now?
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[He's sincere about that.]
I followed my brothers when they fell. Especially Lucifer. If it happened again...I'd do it again. I have no regrets.
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and just like that - she seems to relax a little bit more, her shoulders easing from the tension she wasn't even aware they held]
... Mm. Okay. Then if you have no regrets, that is what matters.
Angel or demon.... В настоящее время. I like Mammon as you are now.
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[Somehow, her saying that...he turns his gaze away, a little somber.]
You really mean that, Anya...?
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that makes her tilt her head a little in confusion, trying to shift her position just so she can try to get a glimpse at his face]
Mm. I do. [with a lot of confidence]
You worry that I do not...? Честный. I would not lie to you.
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[Another pause. How does he say this.]
If I have to be honest...I don't think anyone's said that to me before.
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Повторение. Then I will say again and again, in all the words I have.
Ты мне нравишься. [once] 私はあなたが好きです. [twice] I like you. [thrice]
If you want to change, I will like you then too - if you do not, I will still feel the same. Because Mammon is Mammon, and I do not know a time where I will not like you.
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[He doesn't understand what is happening. Nobody ever follows up on such good words, especially for someone like him. He stands, stunned.]
[I do not know a time where I will not like you.]
[He doesn't have any words, not at the moment. He just breaks into tears.]
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it startles her a bit, but - well, she's seen this once before, hasn't she? when she first made him the credit card cookies... that was pretty much the first time she decided she adored him anyway, so maybe it's fitting. so she'll just smile - not without amusement, but definitely very outweighed by fondness
she'll let go of his hands just so that she can beckon him down closer to her level, so it's easier for her to wrap her arms around his shoulders to pull him in for a hug
last time she asked, but this time she won't bother]
Ближе. Come here, come here...
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[He sobs for a moment into her shoulder, quietly, before he calms down a bit. He doesn't draw back, though.]
I-I'm not used to it. People bein' nice to me...
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