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I just want you to be happy.
Is that wrong?
Is that wrong?
Role
The Demon
Age
22-25
Gender
Male...sort of
Nicknames
He'll answer to anything!
I'd do anything for you.
Just say the word, my darling.
Just say the word, my darling.
【Eccentric】 ✧ 【Curious】 ✧ 【Whimsical】 ✧ 【Mercurial】
Sabine is as ever changing as the weather. He feels emotion in strong, concentrated forms, shifting through them at the smallest of triggers, rarely blending them. If he's sad, he's morose, if he's happy, he's buoyant, if he's angry, he's infuriated. Nothing in moderation, nothing tempering the raw power of each emotion. The demon's current vessel does not fully contain his emotional state, leaving the already capricious demon strung along by his own body's inability to properly process outside stimuli and emotion.
Generally, Sabine is in a good mood. He loves seeing his pets, and frequently strives for their attentions, even if they're showing him no interest. He is persistently curious about what they're thinking, what they're doing, what they're currently interested in. When like this, he's often happy to curl up with a book in the library, brush someone's hair, or help one of the pets with a request. This is often the best time to ask for favors, and he's even been known to take a human to town with him to run errands if they know the right way to ask.
The demon also tends to be a bit mischievous when he's happy, especially towards the pets that show less interest towards him. Which means a lot of pouncing on them and general pestering. At the same time, he has a relatively short field of focus, and if he hasn't seen a pet for a few days it is rare to see him pursuing them. Out of sight out of mind. He's also terribly forgetful, and as much as he likes feeding the pets, he'll often forget, which means that the humans must initiate themselves. Being contact oriented, staying within feeding distance without being captured by the demon is difficult for some of the ... less touch-inclined humans.
While he is like this, however, Sabine is collecting. He rarely responds to a single negative act, either an act of violence or spurning, with anything other than a smile and some teasing words, but he does internalize these events. Once they build to a certain degree, one of two things happen. If there were enough events on the sadder side of the spectrum, he'll fall into a state of semi-catatonia for days or weeks on end. If they fall on the more angry side of the spectrum, Sabine will snap the next time someone triggers him, even if it's something as small as accidentally breaking something.
Sabine's periods of moroseness completely change the atmosphere of the house. Usually, once he's filled up enough to become this way, it takes a little while for it to come into effect, so it's not unlikely to see a vacant Sabine sitting just about anywhere like a little automaton who needs to be wound up again. When he's like this he can move, and he does occasionally, but he's obviously not mentally present. If a pet doesn't like where he's settled down, it's not to difficult to move him somewhere else, but one must be careful. If they get too close for too long, Sabine will hold on to them and not let go. Which is good if someone is interested in an hour or two of cuddling, but otherwise is generally rather inconvenient. Once he's finished moping around and that vaguely haunted, empty look evaporates, it's almost impossible to tell that Sabine was even ever upset. He'll just stand up, look around like he's just woken up, and then go on his merry way again.
Anger is a different story. When Sabine becomes angry, it is immediate. Depending on the situation and the surroundings, it can manifest in three ways. Sometimes when he becomes frustrated he'll destroy items, whatever is in the area, throwing things and just generally making a nuisance of himself. It's best to just ignore him when he's like this. Hide. Once he exhausts himself he'll cool off. Sometimes the anger makes him incredibly vindictive. This Sabine is more clever than his item-flinging counterpart, and will often wait to take out his anger until he can exact the most damage. He'll often seem completely normal for a while until all of a sudden his countenance changes and whoever he's with gets to enjoy the full brunt of his anger, including things like breaking bones and throwing humans, as well as a good bit of half-coherent yelling that, more often than not, isn't even really aimed at the object of his attacks. Usually the best thing to do is to stay quiet until he's worn himself out. The third type of anger, however, is by far the worst. It is everything at once. The slightest of triggers can set off this anger (often in the presence of multiple people, rather than one, or no one) and he'll snap. Anyone in his way will get hurt. He'll throw things. He'll throw people. He'll throw things (and people) at each other. This is where the worst injuries come from. Even someone who hasn't done anything wrong can be hurt when he's like this. The best thing to do here is to get away before one gets hurt, but if one has the misfortune of being spotted while trying to escape, the scope of Sabine's anger will likely turn on them.
After fits of anger, however, once Sabine has worn himself, he becomes incredibly repentant. He'll apologize profusely as he heals anyone he's injured, eyes overlarge. But he quickly forgets what he's done. He doesn't understand why they would fear him.
Generally, Sabine is in a good mood. He loves seeing his pets, and frequently strives for their attentions, even if they're showing him no interest. He is persistently curious about what they're thinking, what they're doing, what they're currently interested in. When like this, he's often happy to curl up with a book in the library, brush someone's hair, or help one of the pets with a request. This is often the best time to ask for favors, and he's even been known to take a human to town with him to run errands if they know the right way to ask.
The demon also tends to be a bit mischievous when he's happy, especially towards the pets that show less interest towards him. Which means a lot of pouncing on them and general pestering. At the same time, he has a relatively short field of focus, and if he hasn't seen a pet for a few days it is rare to see him pursuing them. Out of sight out of mind. He's also terribly forgetful, and as much as he likes feeding the pets, he'll often forget, which means that the humans must initiate themselves. Being contact oriented, staying within feeding distance without being captured by the demon is difficult for some of the ... less touch-inclined humans.
While he is like this, however, Sabine is collecting. He rarely responds to a single negative act, either an act of violence or spurning, with anything other than a smile and some teasing words, but he does internalize these events. Once they build to a certain degree, one of two things happen. If there were enough events on the sadder side of the spectrum, he'll fall into a state of semi-catatonia for days or weeks on end. If they fall on the more angry side of the spectrum, Sabine will snap the next time someone triggers him, even if it's something as small as accidentally breaking something.
Sabine's periods of moroseness completely change the atmosphere of the house. Usually, once he's filled up enough to become this way, it takes a little while for it to come into effect, so it's not unlikely to see a vacant Sabine sitting just about anywhere like a little automaton who needs to be wound up again. When he's like this he can move, and he does occasionally, but he's obviously not mentally present. If a pet doesn't like where he's settled down, it's not to difficult to move him somewhere else, but one must be careful. If they get too close for too long, Sabine will hold on to them and not let go. Which is good if someone is interested in an hour or two of cuddling, but otherwise is generally rather inconvenient. Once he's finished moping around and that vaguely haunted, empty look evaporates, it's almost impossible to tell that Sabine was even ever upset. He'll just stand up, look around like he's just woken up, and then go on his merry way again.
Anger is a different story. When Sabine becomes angry, it is immediate. Depending on the situation and the surroundings, it can manifest in three ways. Sometimes when he becomes frustrated he'll destroy items, whatever is in the area, throwing things and just generally making a nuisance of himself. It's best to just ignore him when he's like this. Hide. Once he exhausts himself he'll cool off. Sometimes the anger makes him incredibly vindictive. This Sabine is more clever than his item-flinging counterpart, and will often wait to take out his anger until he can exact the most damage. He'll often seem completely normal for a while until all of a sudden his countenance changes and whoever he's with gets to enjoy the full brunt of his anger, including things like breaking bones and throwing humans, as well as a good bit of half-coherent yelling that, more often than not, isn't even really aimed at the object of his attacks. Usually the best thing to do is to stay quiet until he's worn himself out. The third type of anger, however, is by far the worst. It is everything at once. The slightest of triggers can set off this anger (often in the presence of multiple people, rather than one, or no one) and he'll snap. Anyone in his way will get hurt. He'll throw things. He'll throw people. He'll throw things (and people) at each other. This is where the worst injuries come from. Even someone who hasn't done anything wrong can be hurt when he's like this. The best thing to do here is to get away before one gets hurt, but if one has the misfortune of being spotted while trying to escape, the scope of Sabine's anger will likely turn on them.
After fits of anger, however, once Sabine has worn himself, he becomes incredibly repentant. He'll apologize profusely as he heals anyone he's injured, eyes overlarge. But he quickly forgets what he's done. He doesn't understand why they would fear him.
It's not perfect, but it's me.
I'm me. Isn't that great?
I'm me. Isn't that great?
Appearance
Sabine is a pretty young man, standing at 6'1, about 150 pounds. He's rather thin, with a long, delicate face and an elegant body. One could quiet easily conceive that he was carefully hand-made, every smooth plane on his body testament to the care he put into his own creation. He wears his blonde hair down his back, contributing to the near androgyny of his face. His eyes are a cornflower-blue, a shade off from the sky. His skin is very fair, but there is often a rosy pallor lingering beneath, softening his haughty features just a little. There are no marks on his skin, neither scars nor freckles, but if one looks closely they can see the network of light blue veins crisscrossing at his throat, in the soft underbelly of his arms, and at the back of his hands. He has the uncanny ability to sit perfectly still, which can give him the appearance of a life-sized doll, only obviously alive by the gleam of his eyes.
Sabine's body is an interesting contraption. On the outside, he looks rather fit, sleek, light muscle often hidden by his clothing, but his insides are not so neat or handsome. When he first made the body, the demon had little idea about what the internal structure of a human looked like, aside from universal structures like ligament, bone, and muscle. He has a rudimentary cardiovascular system, one lung (which he doesn't need to use unless he wants to speak), and a pouch in his abdomen that's connected to his mouth, but nothing else. He got the external landscape of the human body correct, with...almost all the necessary apertures for his chosen gender, but he has no advanced digestive system. If he eats, it sits in his stomach until he can no longer handle the nausea, then he must vomit. Also, due to his confusion over human gender differences, Sabine is perfectly androgynous, lacking genitalia to differentiate from either gender, since he figured that some of the humans could survive without certain things, so why did he need them?
When angry, however, Sabine's countenance loses what earnest humanity it may have ever possessed. His face blooms ruddy, eyes narrowed to slits, mouth twisted. At times like these, it's easy to see the demon residing within this pretty vessel.
Sabine's body is an interesting contraption. On the outside, he looks rather fit, sleek, light muscle often hidden by his clothing, but his insides are not so neat or handsome. When he first made the body, the demon had little idea about what the internal structure of a human looked like, aside from universal structures like ligament, bone, and muscle. He has a rudimentary cardiovascular system, one lung (which he doesn't need to use unless he wants to speak), and a pouch in his abdomen that's connected to his mouth, but nothing else. He got the external landscape of the human body correct, with...almost all the necessary apertures for his chosen gender, but he has no advanced digestive system. If he eats, it sits in his stomach until he can no longer handle the nausea, then he must vomit. Also, due to his confusion over human gender differences, Sabine is perfectly androgynous, lacking genitalia to differentiate from either gender, since he figured that some of the humans could survive without certain things, so why did he need them?
When angry, however, Sabine's countenance loses what earnest humanity it may have ever possessed. His face blooms ruddy, eyes narrowed to slits, mouth twisted. At times like these, it's easy to see the demon residing within this pretty vessel.
Attire
Sabine likes fashion. It's all a game of dress-up to him, playing at human finery. The mutability of appearance via clothing fascinates him, and he often follows the fashion at the time. It's not uncommon to see him all dressed up for no apparent reason, all satin and gold watches and elegantly crafted jackets. It's equally as common, however, to see him wandering around wearing just trousers and a half-buttoned shirt, looking as though he just woke up, no collar, no cuffs, half untucked. He's a mess. He also doesn't mind if one of the others coerces him into wearing something, and he's more than happy to purchase them whatever fashions they desire, he's got quite the open mind about the whimsies of his pets.
Chin up, my dear.
All things will pass.
All things will pass.
Likes
【Humans】 ▬▬▬ Sabine has quite the affection for humans in general, though he has a special place in his heart for his humans.
【Feeling Needed】 ▬▬▬ Sabine loves letting the humans feed off him, as well as doing anything he can to make them happy, because he craves that feeling of worth, that feeling of being needed.
【Hair】 ▬▬▬ Sabine loves hair. Anyone's hair. It's not uncommon to find him with his hands in a human's hair. He could sit and brush someone's hair for hours. It's a bit of a problem.
Hobbies
【Collecting】 ▬▬▬ Sabine is quite the collector. If you tell him something is valuable, he'll want it. He also hoards things that the humans have made.
【Running】 ▬▬▬ Beings that Sabine does not need to sleep, it's not uncommon to see him loping around the grounds outside the manor at any time of day or night.
【Gardening】 ▬▬▬ While he's not a particularly good gardener, Sabine likes plant life, and tries his best to tend lush gardens all around the grounds of his home.
Dislikes
【Being Ignored】 ▬▬▬ Nothing makes Sabine sadder than the humans pointedly ignoring him... when he realizes that's what they're doing, that is.
【Being Angry】 ▬▬▬ Sabine dislikes not being in control of himself, and hates that some of the pets fear him for this.
【Food】 ▬▬▬ Sabine will willingly eat anything the pets give him, but he doesn't particularly enjoy vomiting food up after trying vainly to hold it down until he's alone. He's kept his secret so far, and he wants to leave it that way.
Fears
【Fire】 ▬▬▬ Even if you can't die by it, fire still isn't particularly pleasant.
【Being Alone】 ▬▬▬ Sabine fears accidentally killing one of the pets, or one of the pets dying. He never wants to be alone again.
【Cows】 ▬▬▬ Don't ask.
After so long, I forget things easily.
That means that each day is a new opportunity to learn!
That means that each day is a new opportunity to learn!
The Before
Once upon a time there was a little demon named Imre. He was a low level prince, mostly ignored by the others. In turn, he started ignoring them, preferring to entertain himself by watching the humans on the other side of the veil. He was utterly enraptured by the strange little creatures, they acted in such inexplicable ways. At first he'd just watch them in his spare time, but as his boredom grew, the little demon started spending more and more time at the veil, just standing there with stars in his eyes. And that's when the other demons took notice of him. They found his interest distasteful, and tried to break him of it. Imre rebelled against this, and ultimately he was cast out of the demon realm. If he liked the humans so much, why didn't he just live with them? They took his name and his body, and left him on the surface to make his own 'human' body. They'd never have to think about that capricious creature ever again.
The After
Sabine wasn't named Sabine at first. At first, he was nothing. He woke up in the human world in pain, the vibrant stimulation of the world too much for his yet sensitive body. After some time, humans came across him, and mistaking him for an angel, they took him to their monastic commune in Aquileia. He stayed there for many years, and he quickly gained the nickname Sapientes, since he did not have a name of his own, but he had the strange ability to read and speak any language, and he could memorize anything by just looking at it once. He could speak in tongues, they said.
So when Richard I's ship wrecked off the coast, and the king and his men sought the commune for refuge, fleeing his enemies after his Crusade, the human took a liking to the fair-faced, inexplicably wise demon. So Sabine was taken along through Europe, bewildered but uncomplaining. Richard Lionheart was imprisoned several times during his attempts to make it back to his home in France, and Sabine managed to stick close by, a transient creature snatched up by Duke Leopold and then Henry VI before they were ultimately excommunicated and Richard, and by extension, Sabine were let free. At this point, his name had been so mangled, it ended up as Sabine, which he didn't care about either way.
Once Richard finally made it back home in the late 12th century, Sabine found himself a quiet installment in the household. That is, until Richard was killed. Sabine, bereft by a death he hadn't seen coming (he knew that humans could die, and that they did so with some frequency, but how could someone he cared so deeply about die? It didn't make any sense.) followed Richard's wife back to England, where he ultimately lost his ties to the family, with Richard no longer there to defend him, and ended up wandering the island for several centuries.
By the 15th, century, Sabine, exhausted from being persistently persecuted for his strange appearance and his inability to die, had settled down in a remote place, a tiny home he'd built with his own hands. Bu the couldn't stay away from the humans, and would frequently lurk around the nearby towns, watching them ardently. That's where he found the first pet, broken and near death. Perhaps, Sabine thought to himself, perhaps if I share with him the blood of my body, he'll be able to stay alive and unbroken as I do? It worked. Sabine now had his first companion, and loved him dearly, whether the human appreciated his intervention or not. Some time passed, and he found another human, a pretty little thing with morose eyes, and he couldn't help himself. He could make her happier, couldn't he? Give her a better life, just as he had his first.
Some time passed, and the nearby humans began to notice these three people not aging. So Sabine and his new companions were chased away. In his new home, a somewhat larger abode, thanks to the items he'd accumulated over the years, he met another girl, and fell in love with her. He talked to her for a long time, intent to just enjoy her company. He was content with his two pets, certainly he didn't need another? Well, he thought that until he was again being threatened, and in a spur of the moment decision, he invited her to come with him. She accepted, and she was his.
Later, Sabine settled down nearer to a larger town, where he could properly enjoy the humans, learn from them. There were many interesting people in the town, including a pretty girl with mismatched eyes that he was rather taken by. He did not talk to her though, just watched her curiously from afar. But then, again, they came for him. He had his first true fit of rage, why couldn't the humans just leave him alone? He wasn't hurting anyone! So in spite, he took the messenger boy, and the girl as well, and they left again.
Several decades later, in yet another new, and much wealthier home, Sabine finally decided to start consorting with other humans again, and to his delight, these humans seemed rather taken by his curious antics. He regularly attended parties, rising in social class and rank, occasionally bringing his humans with him to enjoy the others (well, he only took those he knew he could trust.) Until he encountered another human he felt...obliged to add to his collection. After this, the strain of having so many humans under his care was starting to regularly take its toll on his mental state. He withdrew, and luckily for him, the humans didn't seem to notice that he never aged.
They lived in relative peace for a number of years, until that girl showed up. He was perfectly hospitable, how could he say no to the human, even if he had no interest in changing another one. He had more than enough, and some of them were entreating him to stop adding to their household. He intended to keep his promise until she found out about their little secret. He had no choice but to change her.
Things settled down again, and after a while Sabine decided it would be wise to remove themselves from the growing city life around them. So he packed up the pets and moved again, this time to a more isolated home, an old manor he'd found, something easy to touch up and add modern amenities to. That's when he found his most recent human, a boy bloodied and broken on the side of the road. It reminded him so of his first, he couldn't help himself.
So then there were eight, and here we are now.
So when Richard I's ship wrecked off the coast, and the king and his men sought the commune for refuge, fleeing his enemies after his Crusade, the human took a liking to the fair-faced, inexplicably wise demon. So Sabine was taken along through Europe, bewildered but uncomplaining. Richard Lionheart was imprisoned several times during his attempts to make it back to his home in France, and Sabine managed to stick close by, a transient creature snatched up by Duke Leopold and then Henry VI before they were ultimately excommunicated and Richard, and by extension, Sabine were let free. At this point, his name had been so mangled, it ended up as Sabine, which he didn't care about either way.
Once Richard finally made it back home in the late 12th century, Sabine found himself a quiet installment in the household. That is, until Richard was killed. Sabine, bereft by a death he hadn't seen coming (he knew that humans could die, and that they did so with some frequency, but how could someone he cared so deeply about die? It didn't make any sense.) followed Richard's wife back to England, where he ultimately lost his ties to the family, with Richard no longer there to defend him, and ended up wandering the island for several centuries.
By the 15th, century, Sabine, exhausted from being persistently persecuted for his strange appearance and his inability to die, had settled down in a remote place, a tiny home he'd built with his own hands. Bu the couldn't stay away from the humans, and would frequently lurk around the nearby towns, watching them ardently. That's where he found the first pet, broken and near death. Perhaps, Sabine thought to himself, perhaps if I share with him the blood of my body, he'll be able to stay alive and unbroken as I do? It worked. Sabine now had his first companion, and loved him dearly, whether the human appreciated his intervention or not. Some time passed, and he found another human, a pretty little thing with morose eyes, and he couldn't help himself. He could make her happier, couldn't he? Give her a better life, just as he had his first.
Some time passed, and the nearby humans began to notice these three people not aging. So Sabine and his new companions were chased away. In his new home, a somewhat larger abode, thanks to the items he'd accumulated over the years, he met another girl, and fell in love with her. He talked to her for a long time, intent to just enjoy her company. He was content with his two pets, certainly he didn't need another? Well, he thought that until he was again being threatened, and in a spur of the moment decision, he invited her to come with him. She accepted, and she was his.
Later, Sabine settled down nearer to a larger town, where he could properly enjoy the humans, learn from them. There were many interesting people in the town, including a pretty girl with mismatched eyes that he was rather taken by. He did not talk to her though, just watched her curiously from afar. But then, again, they came for him. He had his first true fit of rage, why couldn't the humans just leave him alone? He wasn't hurting anyone! So in spite, he took the messenger boy, and the girl as well, and they left again.
Several decades later, in yet another new, and much wealthier home, Sabine finally decided to start consorting with other humans again, and to his delight, these humans seemed rather taken by his curious antics. He regularly attended parties, rising in social class and rank, occasionally bringing his humans with him to enjoy the others (well, he only took those he knew he could trust.) Until he encountered another human he felt...obliged to add to his collection. After this, the strain of having so many humans under his care was starting to regularly take its toll on his mental state. He withdrew, and luckily for him, the humans didn't seem to notice that he never aged.
They lived in relative peace for a number of years, until that girl showed up. He was perfectly hospitable, how could he say no to the human, even if he had no interest in changing another one. He had more than enough, and some of them were entreating him to stop adding to their household. He intended to keep his promise until she found out about their little secret. He had no choice but to change her.
Things settled down again, and after a while Sabine decided it would be wise to remove themselves from the growing city life around them. So he packed up the pets and moved again, this time to a more isolated home, an old manor he'd found, something easy to touch up and add modern amenities to. That's when he found his most recent human, a boy bloodied and broken on the side of the road. It reminded him so of his first, he couldn't help himself.
So then there were eight, and here we are now.
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"This first, this dearest. I love him with all my heart. He was broken and I fixed him. I was alone and he fixed me. I only wish that he would want for naught, or hurt for naught. I want to know the interior of his soul. But despite the softness of his face and the look in his eyes when he turns to face me, I still feel like there are doors between us, a million miles I do not know how to cross. He is still so terribly, so overwhelmingly human. And I, I am not."
Sabine cares deeply about Nick, his first, though with the other's unwillingness to demand attention, sometimes he falls by the wayside thanks to Sabine's forgetfulness. Despite this, Sabine often comes to Nick for comfort in a way he doesn't with the other pets, and though he would never divulge the depths of his anxieties because he doesn't want to worry his darling, Nick reminds him of a time when he was much more innocent, when he still hoped that he could learn to be a human too. Before these cracks started showing up on the tentative surface of his soul.
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≡"Little Owl, Little Owl, where did your wide eyes go?≡
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"She looked so helpless and lost, a petite little girl all alone in the world. So I took her home. She was good and she was calm and she was quiet for many years, but somewhere along the way my sweet little owl, with her overlarge eyes and her small, quiet mouth melted away. She fought for a short time, I think she might have hated me for a while, though I never stopped loving her, but she's calmer now. She seems happy. I'm glad. Sometimes her tongue is sharp, sometimes it digs at me, but if it makes her happy to speak in such ways, I will take it for her, my sweet second."
Sabine is mostly oblivious to Indigo's desire to escape, reading her sharp tongue and rebellious streaks as just her having a bit of fun. The way she frequently seems to evade him, and refuses to rely on him frustrates the demon occasionally, he wants so badly for her to need him, but he doesn't push her too hard, hoping that some day that little owl will come back.
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"My darling third, my princess, my world, I love to watch her, the way her ethereal face cradles emotion so delicately, her sweet petulance when I don't attend her to her liking. I'd do anything for her, just to see her smile and look at me in that way she does. She needs me and I need her. What better way to live?"
Sabine adores Natalia, and frequently shows it by showering her in sweet words and gifts, as she is one of the only pets who seems highly receptive to his ardor. He enjoys spending quiet moments with her, since despite the fact that he is mostly oblivious to her disdain for the other pets, he does sense a shred of her possessiveness, which tickles him immensely. He doesn't quite understand why she is possessive of him, because, as he says frequently, the love he has for each of the pets belongs to the human alone, and they have no effect on each other. Nonetheless, Sabine is always willing to oblige Nattia's every whim and request.
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≡"Darling Blackbird, why won't you look at me?"≡
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"My Four, my pretty blackbird with those flaming golden eyes. Truly a sight to behold. I love him dearly, despite the circumstances of our first meeting. I do not regret that I took him, but sometimes I get the feeling that he does not like me."
Sabine is endlessly affectionate towards Lonan, despite the boy's persistent evasion of his ardor. He doesn't seem to really realize how much Lonan despises him, and frequently responds to Lonan's dour moods with playful affection. He just doesn't see why Lonan would dislike him so. Despite this, Lonan is also a frequent source of frustration for Sabine, although in a belated way. Many of the boy's sour actions are stored for Sabine, causing later fits of anger or catatonia.
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≡"My lovely Caracal, always hiding in the desert sands from me."≡
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"I don't understand her. I thought I'd saved her, but she still seems so cold and distant. I don't know what else to do for her, but her words to me are always so sharp, like ice. I just want to make her happy, she's such a pretty girl, and I know that somewhere under that coolness, there is a sweet heart, but I don't know how to help her find it when she won't even accept the love I'm trying to give her. I don't know what to do with my lovely fifth."
Imogen confuses Sabine to no end, and like Lonan, he often tries to engage her, but unlike Lonan, her frigid responses usually make him give up, rather than continue prodding. He feels like there should be more that he can do to help her, but he doesn't know what, and is frequently frustrated by his own helplessness in regards to her.
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≡"My Deer, My Hart, My Stag, what a handsome prince.≡
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"Why do I get the feeling that he could eat me alive and still not be satisfied? Why do I also get the feeling that I wouldn't mind it so much if he did? I love him, I love his attentions, I love the way he sometimes clings to me, even though I do not always understand the things he does, or why the others do not like to be touched the way he does. But there is sadness there, underneath his skin, and I don't know how to fix it. I cannot make him happy. I wish I could."
Sabine is bewildered by Damien's physical affections, but is often very willing to do whatever his Six tells him to do, as long as he thinks it'd make the male happy. He is also very gullible when it comes to Damien, much to the frequent misfortune of the other pets. Like with Natalia, he lavishes Damien with praise and gifts because the male usually accepts them, but he can sense that there isn't something quite right with this companion, and will often try all the harder to appease him for this reason.
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≡"I'll hold you tight and never let go, My sweet little Church Mouse."≡
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"She is so terribly cute, I love her to death. I worry that perhaps my darling little Seven will not make friends with the others because she is very shy, and spends much of her time either alone or with me, but hopefully I can gently make her braver over time? She is so small and sweet and gentle, I want to protect her from harm, to never feel sadness again. She came to me, it is my job to take care of her, no matter what."
Sabine still dotes on Madison like she's the youngest in the house, despite the fact that she's been in the house for eleven years. He coddles her frequently, not pushing her too hard to make nice with the others, since she seems so adverse to the idea. He enjoys cuddling with her, and will often seek her out when he wants to read so he'll have some company. He also likes listening to her talk because she's so quiet, and watching her garden because she treats the plants with such tenderness.
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≡"I hope my Snow Leopard will warm up to me."≡
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"He's still cold, as some of them were when they were new. I will keep my distance for now, but I hope he will thaw with time. There is pain in his eyes, and I wish I could make it go away for him, because I also see something gentle and sweet in there, waiting. Eventually his wounds will become scars and fade away. I must be patient until then."
Sabine likes Aedan, but he doesn't know exactly how to handle him, because he is so forceful and cold about wanting to keep distance between them. Sabine will usually concede when Aedan asks him to go away, but he hopes this phase is just that, something that will fade with time. That's the only reason he's been able to be so patient with the human, though Aedan also contributes to Sabine's severe mood swings quite frequently.
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≡"What am I?"≡
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"I am me. I made this body, I should like it."
Sabine struggles with who he is frequently. When he's in a good mood, he has little to no guilt over what he's done, and the family he's made, but things have been falling apart recently. He doesn't understand why some of the pets seem to be less than happy with this life, with him, why they won't accept his gifts, and even the ones who do seem so sad all the time. Why don't they understand that he just wants them to be happy? He's also become increasingly frustrated with how inhuman he is, how he has to vomit after he eats, how much he screwed up in making this body, how he can't go back and fix things now without risking the lives of his pets. While not overtly bitter, sometimes these little frustrations show through the cracks in his fragile little shell.
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