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El carded his fingers through Vyre's hair while the human laid his head in his lap and cried. The crystal spikes sprouting from Vyre's head poked into his thighs uncomfortably, but El didn't mind a little pain. This way, he could share some of Vyre's emotions with him while he grieved.
He was exactly what El liked in a human. Strong, yet fragile. So confident yet somehow so insecure. A bundle of inconsistencies wrapped up in all that passion. Of course, there was also Vyre's relationship with the previous Odium to consider. Potentially proof he was something special, and certainly a curiosity.
El had been very forward with his interest, and Vyre seemed desperate for affection. It worked well for the both of them.
"I'm done," Vyre suddenly sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. "This is pathetic."
"Perhaps," El smiled and took Vyre's face into his hands, which now displayed that delightful deep scowl of his, almost a pout. He loved how expressive human faces could be in lieu of rhythms. El had tried to replicate them, but he found his efforts insufficient. "And, perhaps, an appropriate response to killing your old friends."
"I had to do it, if I want the future Odium showed me." Vyre's voice was as firm as it was miserable.
"If you're trying to convince me, you might remember I'm the one who gave you the orders."
Vyre huffed a sigh, breaking free of his hands to lean forward and press his head against one of the metal plates on El's chest. He was quiet for another few moments, during which El returned to stroking through his two toned hair.
"You'll keep ordering me to?" Vyre murmured.
"Our god demands it, does he not?"
"Will you help me enjoy it?"
"I'd be delighted."