So my OFF fic will be a go at some point, thanks to the lovely reviewers. Since it might take a while, and I managed to get this snippet down on my day off today, I'm going to post this future scene seperately. If all goes as planned, this will be a scene later in the story.
Enjoy~
PS: this is also kind of a "If you don't like this type of Batter, stop reading my OFF stories please, because this is my favorite Batter :U
"Ohhh, my masters." Player stared into the uncapped face of the Batter, her jaw slack, eyes wide and brows furrowed. A shaking hand lifted to raise her own cap enough to show her face to the man, to show the fear and the growing grief in her expression as she finally understood something important.
Four red, narrow eyes stared back at her, pained by the fear in her face and unable to find reason for the grief. Was she going to leave? Did she get attached and didn't want to? Why could he find no disgust in her honey brown gaze?
He took a step back and paused as she took two forward, hands clasped to her chest. "You're... Not as pure as I've led myself to believe are you, partner?"
At the shake of his head and purse of his thin grey lips, Player's eyes misted over with tears. Batter's body curled slightly forward, as though trying to ward off whatever would make her cry, and his hands hovered awkwardly between them, unsure what to do as they spilled over her cheeks. He didn't want to touch her without permission now that she knew of his impurities.
Thin fingers reached up and grasped at the short hair on the back of his neck, pulling him down to her level. Her willingness to touch him surprised the Batter, and his pale fingertips rose to her wrists.
"Are we going to have to purify you too?" She asked him quietly, practically begging him to say no with her tone. With the way he went about purifying, basically removing anything impure from existence, she didn't want to do that to him as well.
However, his answer did nothing to slow her tear flow. "I'm not impure to the point of... Corruption, or burning, but... It's possible." More than possible, he knew. He had already breached the sins of Lust, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Pride, and Envy before. One left, and looking at his Player's sorrowful face, feeling her gaze on the features she'd never seen before, his own hands encircling her wrists with thumbs rubbing the backs of her palms...
Greed. He could already feel it growing inside him. She was his only, and that very thought would be his downfall. He would be corrupted by sin irreversibly by the end of it all.