[He's never had reason to doubt his god's good intentions, but there's something about that last phrase, paired with the grab at his wrist, that sets off alarm bells. There's a sudden, potent mix of dark emotions -- distrust, disgust, a righteous and slow-burning anger -- and he doesn't know where it came from. Trying to think about what might make him feel all of that twists his stomach unpleasantly -- something he's forgotten, something he can't let himself try to remember...]
[Not taking no for an answer]
[His eyes narrow, and for a moment, as he pulls his hand back, he bares his teeth, exposing slightly-too-long canines.]
And... if I tell you I must refuse?
[[OOC: Like really, sorry about who the MS is as a person, I think I did mention before that his canon gets Dark an awful lot??]]
wow I'm sorry for the mood whiplash, annnnnd cw: implications of abuse and noncon
[Not taking no for an answer]
[His eyes narrow, and for a moment, as he pulls his hand back, he bares his teeth, exposing slightly-too-long canines.]
And... if I tell you I must refuse?
[[OOC: Like really, sorry about who the MS is as a person, I think I did mention before that his canon gets Dark an awful lot??]]