regnavitque iter rex, yamiojo

7.

Those words carried a lot of weight. They drowned all other thoughts that Ciaran might have had. 

My punishment.

He did not think his brain could handle anymore absurdness. 

"Your punishment?" He could not hide his bewilderment from his voice. 

The look that he give him should've quietened him, but he had already reasoned his case that Sebastian could not kill him. If he turned to torture, then Ciaran would take it with his chin up, but he would not silence himself anymore. 

"You, melodramatic piece of shit, whatever the hell could you mean by that?" 

He turned his head away. He refused to answer. 

"It's rude not to answer." 

Silence. It was maddening. He waited for another minute, and when he did not react still he called out, "Sebastian." 

He expected another fiery fiasco but Sebastian clenched his jaw tighter, no words spoken. 

He debated if he should just let it go, after all, this person had tried to kill him and was really quite honestly an ass. 

But maybe he was too delirious or his brain had just completely abandoned functioning because before he could arrive to a conclusion to that debate, he had already risen and started walking towards Sebastian. 

"Get up." 

He did not budge, did not even give a single minuscule reaction. It took a lot more than that to anger Ciaran but that was usually, and somehow this stupid person who was hell bent upon being the most insufferable creature had ever met was proving to be more aggravating than the vilest people he had ever met, and he had met a lot of annoying people.  He had absolutely zero idea as to why he cared so much about him getting hurt. He had tried to murder him, had shown him no mercy and would also probably not show it if the chance be given again, but maybe after seeing the bloodshed in his own home, and feeling excruciating pain himself he could not take the idea of someone else feeling pain. He knew a thing or two about punishments and he vowed to be better. He vowed to help. For her. Guilt overtook him again, it was nearly crippling. She had died saving him, and even though he had not asked her to do so he felt like a liar. She came because of love, his love, and her love for him. A love he had not been sure of. 

He shook his head, putting those thoughts in a thick forest inside his head, a space so vast that he would have a hard time getting to those leeching thoughts even if he wanted to see them. Or so he pretended.  

He crouched down to look at Sebastian, "Get up." 

Silence was ringing around them, and he was getting angrier by the second. He took his shoulder. 

"Get away." Sebastian tried to tell him in an assertive voice but it come out more as a whisper. 

"Yeah, you have to." He waited, "Dude, seriously, there's enough of suffering in the world besides you inflicting it upon yourself. Hell, ask me to punch you, I'll do it gladly. Just stop this." 

He looked at him from under the long eyelashes, "You have no right. Know your place, and get away from me." 

And then he just couldn't control himself, "Why? Jesus, Sebastian, get up. I might have no right but I am asking you to get up anyway." That was a shitty argument and he knew it. Lords knew why he decided to play the role of a fool and advocate such a weak case, but Sebastian was looking at him. He was not looking away. 

"Why do you even care? It is not even that big of an issue, and you're throwing such a tantrum." 

He offered him a hand.