( The people around them are an afterthought. Even the man speaking to him is ignored from the sake of letting that cool blue stare trail over the fair skin on display. His gaze flicks briefly from one symbol to the next, taking them in carefully. It's only when his gaze reaches the one on Miyano's middle - his symbol - that he moves. He lowers smoothly into a crouch reaches out, pressing a large, rough hand to the symbol there. It rests there as he listens to the way his "sacrifice" breathes, how his body moves with each shuddering breath.
He seems content where he is, listening and watching, and it's only the sound of the leader's voice that seems to disturb him. The blue eyes snap upward sharply, glowing fiendishly in warning. Whatever they might have been about to say is lost as they hurriedly step back, and Bruce returns his attention to the boy on display. He'll keep this one, he decides, moving his hand from where it's landed on Miya's stomach to instead press a pair of fingers to his lips. The way he presses down is a demand to open - to take those fingers into his mouth. )
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Date: 2022-09-04 11:54 pm (UTC)He seems content where he is, listening and watching, and it's only the sound of the leader's voice that seems to disturb him. The blue eyes snap upward sharply, glowing fiendishly in warning. Whatever they might have been about to say is lost as they hurriedly step back, and Bruce returns his attention to the boy on display. He'll keep this one, he decides, moving his hand from where it's landed on Miya's stomach to instead press a pair of fingers to his lips. The way he presses down is a demand to open - to take those fingers into his mouth. )