Airin carefully watches as the people pour out of the war room. He walks thoughtfully towards Ghirahim, arms slowly uncrossing while he makes sure no one is lingering behind. The second they're alone, the blond hastens his steps to give the sword spirit a loving hug from behind.
he was always last to leave the room , even long before airin decided to stick around much like a lost animal . that's how ghirahim saw him , anyway . a lost puppy . . . one that had comfortably found a new master .
the demon lord was okay with that given the conveniences of it .
even when they wait for privacy , the sword spirit listened carefully to those footsteps as airin approached , then hurried once company was fully gone and -
" did the thought of blood spilling from our enemies get you this needy , pet ? " normally , ghirahim wouldn't particularly welcome an embrace of that kind . one that was designed as surprise and left him vulnerable .
so of course , he needs to balance things out .
not a second later and airin's arms are left empty ; the space where the spirit once was is left with floating diamonds that quickly faded away . . . and now the demon lord was the one behind @airxn , hands on his hips - just for the fun of it .
" or did you simply miss me that much ? " voice gentle , whispered into his ear .
ghirahim didn't mind attending such meetings , and leading them most of the time . . . the thrill of discussing his master's next attack , the perfect execution and later getting to claim blood - covered land . but how he tensed and sought some kind of relief .
would airin be willing to help ?