[Pet. He's called him balaur before now, and Jojo, and good boy. But this is the first time Adrian has really brought it all together into a single word, the collar and the leash and the commands, the obedience — pet, he says, with a mouth red with blood and a devil's smile around it.
Trevor Belmont had called him something similar once, hadn't he? He'd been so pissed off about it back then. He's not pissed off about it now, he discovers with mild surprise, and in fact the whole notion just sort of relaxes him.
Sanguis likes it, he discovers. Pet fits neatly with the dragon's craving to possess and be possessed. And beneath it, Jotaro just finds relief in the sense of belonging that comes attached to it.]
Never told me to tell you what I like...
[There's a change in his voice, a noticeable one. His resistance isn't challenging or defiant; it's almost sulky. Not unlike a chastised pet, himself.]
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Trevor Belmont had called him something similar once, hadn't he? He'd been so pissed off about it back then. He's not pissed off about it now, he discovers with mild surprise, and in fact the whole notion just sort of relaxes him.
Sanguis likes it, he discovers. Pet fits neatly with the dragon's craving to possess and be possessed. And beneath it, Jotaro just finds relief in the sense of belonging that comes attached to it.]
Never told me to tell you what I like...
[There's a change in his voice, a noticeable one. His resistance isn't challenging or defiant; it's almost sulky. Not unlike a chastised pet, himself.]
Didn't disobey. You didn't tell me to.