[ His ears lay flat as Flowey presses, body suddenly growing tense as if perceiving a threat. A confused look crosses his face, more at himself than at what is being asked at first, but he tries to push the feeling away to pay attention on the actual conversation. ] Sorry, it’s just... magic works differently, I think, where I’m from.
[ It’s all he can manage before his heart starts to beat just a little faster. This isn’t the first time he’s encountered this dilemma—the ancient dragons of Firoza’s home world come to mind—but this feels almost entirely different. Laios glances away, unable to look at the other, much less respond. Of course not, he thinks. That was different. This is different. Yet the words stop short of coming out, his focus shifting to a different perspective: Kill them. Kill them all.
He closes his eyes with a wince, desperate to stop listening to the child's voice in his head. Another chimes in, almost on cue, taunting with the soothing lull of a spider to the fly. You hate humans. Childish memories fill the air, filled with hungry creatures, ripping and devouring the flesh of people, their hate turned to fear. Just pretend, but all stemming from something very real inside him. That's why you're drawn to monsters. He shakes his head in protest, but the voice remains.
After all, monsters kill them.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open, landing back on the Sunkern without much emotion at all. His tone is flat, cold, a stark difference from just moments before. ]
it wouldn't be flowey if he wasn't like this :))) (cw violence & dunmeshi spoilers)
[ It’s all he can manage before his heart starts to beat just a little faster. This isn’t the first time he’s encountered this dilemma—the ancient dragons of Firoza’s home world come to mind—but this feels almost entirely different. Laios glances away, unable to look at the other, much less respond. Of course not, he thinks. That was different. This is different. Yet the words stop short of coming out, his focus shifting to a different perspective: Kill them. Kill them all.
He closes his eyes with a wince, desperate to stop listening to the child's voice in his head. Another chimes in, almost on cue, taunting with the soothing lull of a spider to the fly. You hate humans. Childish memories fill the air, filled with hungry creatures, ripping and devouring the flesh of people, their hate turned to fear. Just pretend, but all stemming from something very real inside him. That's why you're drawn to monsters. He shakes his head in protest, but the voice remains.
After all, monsters kill them.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open, landing back on the Sunkern without much emotion at all. His tone is flat, cold, a stark difference from just moments before. ]
You don't know anything about me.