He kept himself upright, though he was hunched over and his legs struggled for a better position. Grimacing, he was reminded that it was never the initial hit that was the worst of it. Instead, he felt a heavy, nauseating throb ascend slowly into his abdominal cavity, and he swallowed against the urge to heave. Slowly, he hissed out a breath.
"Wouldn't guess his sphere by looking at him," he commented to his glittering lightshow of a youma. While the thing coalesced into personhood, Faustite snatched a starseed from subspace. Hessonite had made such a point to remind him of their usefulness, and he needed no further excuse to taste one while the boy's magic still clouded his judgment.
While Headache retrieved the tablet, Faustite cracked the starseed between his teeth and breathed the rush of pure, unadulterated energy. Thick lashes fluttered shut for it; he had to remind himself to breathe, else he would've held in the surge until he asphyxiated. Whoever it was, he thanked them for deadening some of his pain, for sacrificing themselves on the altar of his insatiable want.
But his want wasn't yet appeased, and he considered going after the Mirror Senshi for the part of him that proved most delectable. A dull throb between his legs was enough of an anchor point to convince him otherwise; there would be other, better condoned targets to satisfy his scathing need.
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