09-13-2018, 11:18 AM
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A sharp bark of a laugh filled the air, and suddenly all the lightness of his tone was gone, snuffed out completely and replaced by the frigid cold that he was so much more used to. It settled down upon him like a blanket, comfortable despite the ice, for he had lived in it for a major part of his life and it was nothing strange. Moon didn’t scare him, the emptiness in his eyes nothing worse than what he had dealt with already. He was barely even a half of what Lirim was. He was barely a third of what the gang had did to him.
“Then why the fuck did you bother, then? Find a different profession if someone who crash landed in your territory gets your panties in a fuckin’ twist,” he growled out, jaw still clenched and the pain sparking down his entire side doing very little to help curb his temper any more than he was already trying. At least the fire wasn’t rising. He was vaguely aware of Gabriel’s presence, enough to control his powers lest they get out of hand even if it was a subconscious effort. ”That or leave me to die. You’re not very bright if you decide to shove presumptions up my throat and telling me lies you convinced yourself before even arriving and assessing the situation. But, here, I’ll inform you a little. I did not show up here to lick my wounds, because I didn’t have them prior to crash landing because I’m shit at flying.”
”And, if you hadn’t realized, I never called for help because I was considering turning tail to ‘get the fuck out,’ especially if I knew a little pretentious brat like you was here to greet me thinking you know everything ‘bout everyone’s life,” he wasn’t taking the shit from a kid who felt like he could throw words around without consequences because he felt like it. Just because the kid had every ability to both help and save him, knowing more about sewing flesh together than Desperado ever could, that didn’t mean he was willing to throw himself at his mercy.
He had relied on others too much in that regard. He was more than prepared to die if it meant he wouldn’t give those who felt they had too much power more of it.
The attention was promptly directed towards Gabriel, and a bitter grin forming on his face as the pain shot back up his leg and the effort to keeping up his persona was gone and replaced with the same bitter tiredness that Moon claimed to carry. ”Better yet, put a bullet through my head and leave me here. Already made myself a fitting grave, no point in wasting resources when this kid obviously wouldn’t mind,” hell, he wouldn’t either. He never asked to be here, never asked to be helped. He wouldn’t mind it too much if Gabriel was the one to end it all, if he was to be honest. At least he wouldn’t be alone.
A sharp bark of a laugh filled the air, and suddenly all the lightness of his tone was gone, snuffed out completely and replaced by the frigid cold that he was so much more used to. It settled down upon him like a blanket, comfortable despite the ice, for he had lived in it for a major part of his life and it was nothing strange. Moon didn’t scare him, the emptiness in his eyes nothing worse than what he had dealt with already. He was barely even a half of what Lirim was. He was barely a third of what the gang had did to him.
“Then why the fuck did you bother, then? Find a different profession if someone who crash landed in your territory gets your panties in a fuckin’ twist,” he growled out, jaw still clenched and the pain sparking down his entire side doing very little to help curb his temper any more than he was already trying. At least the fire wasn’t rising. He was vaguely aware of Gabriel’s presence, enough to control his powers lest they get out of hand even if it was a subconscious effort. ”That or leave me to die. You’re not very bright if you decide to shove presumptions up my throat and telling me lies you convinced yourself before even arriving and assessing the situation. But, here, I’ll inform you a little. I did not show up here to lick my wounds, because I didn’t have them prior to crash landing because I’m shit at flying.”
”And, if you hadn’t realized, I never called for help because I was considering turning tail to ‘get the fuck out,’ especially if I knew a little pretentious brat like you was here to greet me thinking you know everything ‘bout everyone’s life,” he wasn’t taking the shit from a kid who felt like he could throw words around without consequences because he felt like it. Just because the kid had every ability to both help and save him, knowing more about sewing flesh together than Desperado ever could, that didn’t mean he was willing to throw himself at his mercy.
He had relied on others too much in that regard. He was more than prepared to die if it meant he wouldn’t give those who felt they had too much power more of it.
The attention was promptly directed towards Gabriel, and a bitter grin forming on his face as the pain shot back up his leg and the effort to keeping up his persona was gone and replaced with the same bitter tiredness that Moon claimed to carry. ”Better yet, put a bullet through my head and leave me here. Already made myself a fitting grave, no point in wasting resources when this kid obviously wouldn’t mind,” hell, he wouldn’t either. He never asked to be here, never asked to be helped. He wouldn’t mind it too much if Gabriel was the one to end it all, if he was to be honest. At least he wouldn’t be alone.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden