Off With Your Hand (tags: Sinbad and Dimitri)

Dimitri stayed still in his spot, neither straightening back up or removing his head from Sinbad's chest. This felt... weird, somehow. Is that what humans went through daily, dealing with this so called emotion filled with so much affection for someone? He didn't say anything back this imei either, just stayed quiet as Sinbad reassured him. Feeling the pirate take his hand, the demon automatically gave the hand a gentle squeeze, as if wanting to reassure himself about something. For once in a long time, Dimitri felt like that weak, parasite fo demon he had once been, dependant on others to survive.
"You don't need to promise me anything, I already own you," he mumbled, taking a step back from the other male. Turning his gaze up, their eyes met, DImitri's expression looking pretty much emotionless, but the moment he reached up and cradled the Captain's face in his hand, there was that soft look in his eyes again. "Aurora fucking owes me for this!" he then hissed, turning swiftly back around and began to walk, still holding onto Sinbad's hand as he began to pyll him along towards the Dragon lady's den.

Dimitri managed to hide the shudder at the kiss rather well, and proceeded to ignore the pirate's protests. But, after some more quick thinking, the demon halted in his steps and sighed out in what sounded like defeat, and once again turned back around to face the other. "Fine, i'll just bother her tomorrow then," he muttered, glancing off along the harbor until his eyes landed on Sinbad's ship. well, they were close enough... he could afford to waste some more of his magical energy and teleport them both to his cabin. With that set in mind, he tightened his hold on Sinbad's hand, and with the last bit of energy remaining with him, he teleported them both inside the Captain's cabin.
"Alright then... bandages and potions... where do you keep those things...." he mumbled a bit hazily to himself, stumbling a bit as he pulled away from the other in search for the necessities.

Dimitri glared up at the human as he was made to sit down, sielntly aksing himself how the tables suddenly seemed to ahve turned on him. Wasn't he suppsoe to take care of Sinbad here? It was the pirate who ahd needed help in the first place! He snorted at Sinbad's words however, rolling his eyes a bit before forcing himself bakc up to his feet. "You mean, you're lucky my crazy is rubbing off on ya, or else you would've begged me to have let you die over a century ago," he cheeckily shot back. His smirk quickly faded though as he noticed the difficulty Sinbad had without his other hand, and once again felt the rage and bloodthirst from before begining to rise within him. Forcing those needs away, Dimitri kneeled down infront of his human and wordlessly took over his task of patching him up, not leaving any room for more arguments or objectins.

Dimitri halted his movements for a couple of seconds, but didn't turn his head up to look at the other. "No reason to thank me," he quietly mumbled back, and continued treating the male's wounds. Why... where was all these confusing feelings and thoughts suddenly coming from? Had the thought of actually losing SInbad really scared him that much? How stupid... Sinbad can't die. His body could even end up rotting and he still wouldn't die! Dimitri ha dhis soul after all... He would always have this human with him.
"...do you long for death?" he suddnely asked then, all casuall and blunt, still avoding eyecontact a she stood up and moved to satnd behind the pirate instead, wordlessly starting to yank the shirt off of him so he could treat the wound there instead.

Dimitri stayed quiet, surprsingly, and only began to tending to Sinbad's shoulder instead. That's another thing the demon could never really fully understand, 'gratitude'. He didn't enjoy tlaking about feelings beacuse he 'diliked' it or anything... it just confused him, beacuse he could fully graps the true meaning behind it. He only pretended he got it, when all he truly knew was the negative emotions, and not the deeper, and warmer ones.
"I only did it for my own selifsh purpose," he said then, frowning a bit to himself- Dimitri didn't know what 'kindess' really was the first time he met Sinbad. Surley, the Pirate was well aware of Dimitri's ture, seflish intentions back then? His soul had beena rare catch, something that would've kept him fed for almost a century. He still so clealry rememberd that small, broken boy he had found back then, compeltley surrounded and raised by sin, and yet his soul still held that purity. What had made the boy stand out more, howeve, was his acceptance. Aside from all those other cowards Dimitri had made a deal with before, Sinbad had simply smiled at him, and fearlessly waitied for the demon to kill him. So young, and already ready to embrace death, without any regrets. That's what had changed his mind, what made the demon decide to keep this human to himself instead. And, smehwre along the way over the centuries... He had apparently grew overly found of him too. And Sinbad knew that as well, didn't he?
"...death could sometimes be a blessing," he answerd, letting his hands linger on his shoulder for a bit as he finishd with his task.