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Fictober Day 15: "That's what I'm talking about."
Amaimon stared down at Father's youngest with a bored expression. "He is very fragile, don't you think?"
For several hours, his brother had been ignoring him. Just kept flipping through page after page of paperwork, occasionally stopping to sip on a cup of tea. But it was that line, and that line alone, that caused his brother to look at him with the slightest hint of curiosity, one brow arched.
"Hmm?"
"The one they call Okumura Rin," Aimaimon went on flatly. "He is delicate."
With a sigh, Samael turned his full attention toward the window Amaimon was looking through. His fingers threaded together to give his chin something to rest on as he leaned on his desk. "I always thought he was rather... durable, you could say."
It wasn't what Amaimon meant. Not delicate in a physical sense. Okumura Rin was much stronger than any normal human being. Amaimon could snap human bones with a flick of his wrist, but not Okumura's. He could take multiple beatings and the next morning he would be fine. Could cough up blood and keep fighting.
No, Okumura Rin was delicate in an emotional sense. It was written all over his face now, the way his eyes widened with disbelief. The way his lips parted, curved into a permanent frown, staring after the group of humans with open hurt.
He had a body like impenetrable steel but a heart made of glass.
"Or, perhaps, you have something else in mind?" Samael pressed when Amaimon remained silent, casting him a knowing side glance.
"That." He pointed slowly at their youngest brother whose expression was full of uncertainty and heartbreak. "That's what I'm talking about."
Samael blinked slowly and peered down at the half-demon who was so pathetically vulnerable on the campus, unaware of their curious eyes. He murmured, "I see. Yes, he is quite frail. Although that is to be expected. He is half-human, after all. Human emotions are a fickle thing."
Amaimon's eyes remained impassive as he continued to watch Okumura Rin's expression crack and crumble like the demon side of him did not exist. He looked so filthily human in this moment, letting his emotions get the best of him.
A fickle thing, indeed.