09-13-2018, 09:38 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]”Awfully casual” was an art he had perfected, one that seemed to be paying off given how it was announced upon Alex’s arrival. He knew how to pretend well enough to mask a lot of the pain he felt, and even though he knew some people (namely Gabriel, thus far) didn’t buy into it half as well as he wanted them to, he still kept up the act regardless. There was no point in worrying over someone like him when their time could be better spent doing something actually useful.
This time around, though, Des didn’t bother telling anyone off. He didn’t feel like dying somewhere he didn’t even recognize, surrounded by his own make shift grave. Hell, at least it’d be easy to bury him. Maybe if they gave him a proper grave he wouldn’t crawl back out from the sea, alive and sore where the killing blow had landed.
Almost upon cue a sharp pain stole his attention as Alex decided he was qualified enough to do something for the time being, his grin looking far more like a grimace. He squirmed under the touch, more because of the contact than the pain, but then fell still once more and gave himself up into (hopefully) good hands.
Yet when the first medic finally appeared, Des quietly considered simply dying instead.
His nostrils flared instantly at the mention of the Typhoon, and the part of him that would have easily jumped on the banter was driven far too thin to broach a subject so sensitive so soon. He had left for a reason bigger than being “afraid of scurvy,” running away from problems that he doubted half of the people here could understand... it took everything he had to tamper down his growing temper, even as the flames around them seemed to get briefly hotter as a response.
”Mind your own damn business,” he growled out from between a clenched jaw, having half a mind to simply wrench out of his grip if he didn’t know any better. Still. The contact and questions and the presence of Gabriel sitting almost eerily there in the corner of his eye almost like his demons... it was overwhelming. He didn’t need anything else making it worse.
”Just do whatever the fuck you want to but leave me, my past and my reasons alone."
He was glad for the distraction that Gabriel provided him with, even if it had been aimed to keep his mind off of the pain rather than his own personal problems. Sure, the man was technically part of them as well, but his concerns were bigger right now than dealing with a part of him he wanted to go away subtly remaining in the form of the hybrid. Gabriel was the least of his problems. At least the guy was tolerable and didn't scream in his ear like his memories did.
So instead of focusing on Moon and the anger slowly coming to a simmering boil inside of his body, he focused on his words, although the grin didn't return to replace the grimace and he was left squinting at the hybrid through the pain. "Sorry. Next time I'll bring flowers and a heartfelt love poem about how much your dark eyes remind me of a starless night and how you were in my mind each time I closed mine," there was a bitterness to his tone that didn't quite match his usual light demeanor, a lot of his mask crumbling under the pressure of his given situation. He didn't have the heart to be anything but petty right now, even though some of it was thinly veiled amusement as well.
This time around, though, Des didn’t bother telling anyone off. He didn’t feel like dying somewhere he didn’t even recognize, surrounded by his own make shift grave. Hell, at least it’d be easy to bury him. Maybe if they gave him a proper grave he wouldn’t crawl back out from the sea, alive and sore where the killing blow had landed.
Almost upon cue a sharp pain stole his attention as Alex decided he was qualified enough to do something for the time being, his grin looking far more like a grimace. He squirmed under the touch, more because of the contact than the pain, but then fell still once more and gave himself up into (hopefully) good hands.
Yet when the first medic finally appeared, Des quietly considered simply dying instead.
His nostrils flared instantly at the mention of the Typhoon, and the part of him that would have easily jumped on the banter was driven far too thin to broach a subject so sensitive so soon. He had left for a reason bigger than being “afraid of scurvy,” running away from problems that he doubted half of the people here could understand... it took everything he had to tamper down his growing temper, even as the flames around them seemed to get briefly hotter as a response.
”Mind your own damn business,” he growled out from between a clenched jaw, having half a mind to simply wrench out of his grip if he didn’t know any better. Still. The contact and questions and the presence of Gabriel sitting almost eerily there in the corner of his eye almost like his demons... it was overwhelming. He didn’t need anything else making it worse.
”Just do whatever the fuck you want to but leave me, my past and my reasons alone."
He was glad for the distraction that Gabriel provided him with, even if it had been aimed to keep his mind off of the pain rather than his own personal problems. Sure, the man was technically part of them as well, but his concerns were bigger right now than dealing with a part of him he wanted to go away subtly remaining in the form of the hybrid. Gabriel was the least of his problems. At least the guy was tolerable and didn't scream in his ear like his memories did.
So instead of focusing on Moon and the anger slowly coming to a simmering boil inside of his body, he focused on his words, although the grin didn't return to replace the grimace and he was left squinting at the hybrid through the pain. "Sorry. Next time I'll bring flowers and a heartfelt love poem about how much your dark eyes remind me of a starless night and how you were in my mind each time I closed mine," there was a bitterness to his tone that didn't quite match his usual light demeanor, a lot of his mask crumbling under the pressure of his given situation. He didn't have the heart to be anything but petty right now, even though some of it was thinly veiled amusement as well.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden