09-13-2018, 02:52 PM
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Lazarus had never really learned how to accept help when it was offered to him. Even with Gabe, it sometimes felt as if he had to suffocate the part of him that wanted to sink his teeth in. He'd learned that anyone reaching out was hiding something cruel, that nobody helped because they were kind. There were so many people out there that wanted to make the world a better place, and he had never seen them manage it. It was always too big, too grand. Nobody wanted to get themselves dirty so that someone else could be clean. 'Course that didn't apply to everyone. Gabe didn't mind wading in the mud. The rest of the world can fuck off, though. That mentality doesn't quite leave him, even though he spends his days in places like this now. As soon as Onision speaks up, the dog is tensing and baring his teeth. He looks like a wild thing, like he's going to snap. "Vete al infierno. I don't need help." At least not to protect him, or whatever. He's not sure he's gonna get a concussion from trying to scrape it off like this.
('Not sure' is probably the key part there.)
Really, he's not sure of shit. He'd been out here to be alone, and there're already two people here. He can deal with Onision, but the way Empyrah talks to him — the dog's teeth are already bared as he turns to look at her, green eyes narrowed. In the shadow of the trees, he looks like some sort of demon himself. A long, low steam of Spanish filth falls from his mouth quietly enough to be lost to most, and he tries to cut it off... quickly. Once upon a time, he would have just ended this conversation with his teeth at her throat, but civility has groomed Laz, at least slightly. There's still an immediate hatred filling up his chest — there's nothing she can do to change that now. "Do you have nothing better to do?" (Than tease me, than stare.)
Being here has made him realize just how out of place he is with these sorts of people. When he'd been younger, he was exactly what people'd expect. Exactly like everyone else. They bared their teeth at those who trespassed too closely to their sleeping spots, scrapped over food and the best places to exist. The right to exist. After that, it'd just been him and Gabe — he was good with him. Didn't fight him over food, learned to deal with how possessive he was over everything. Food and space and life. For the first time, Lazarus had wanted to exist, not just survive. Maybe he's a little possessive over Gabe too. His time, his attention. He misses it being just the two of them too, but he's gradually adapting. Not everyone's as awful as he thought they were. Moon's nice, Imperia's nice. Nobody's his friend, but he doesn't find himself wanting to fight them. It'd just take time, which he... has, maybe.
He grudgingly relaxes, setting down as the hybrid walks closer, ducking his head until his foot isn't so far out of reach. "Es desagradable," he grouses quietly.
Lazarus had never really learned how to accept help when it was offered to him. Even with Gabe, it sometimes felt as if he had to suffocate the part of him that wanted to sink his teeth in. He'd learned that anyone reaching out was hiding something cruel, that nobody helped because they were kind. There were so many people out there that wanted to make the world a better place, and he had never seen them manage it. It was always too big, too grand. Nobody wanted to get themselves dirty so that someone else could be clean. 'Course that didn't apply to everyone. Gabe didn't mind wading in the mud. The rest of the world can fuck off, though. That mentality doesn't quite leave him, even though he spends his days in places like this now. As soon as Onision speaks up, the dog is tensing and baring his teeth. He looks like a wild thing, like he's going to snap. "Vete al infierno. I don't need help." At least not to protect him, or whatever. He's not sure he's gonna get a concussion from trying to scrape it off like this.
('Not sure' is probably the key part there.)
Really, he's not sure of shit. He'd been out here to be alone, and there're already two people here. He can deal with Onision, but the way Empyrah talks to him — the dog's teeth are already bared as he turns to look at her, green eyes narrowed. In the shadow of the trees, he looks like some sort of demon himself. A long, low steam of Spanish filth falls from his mouth quietly enough to be lost to most, and he tries to cut it off... quickly. Once upon a time, he would have just ended this conversation with his teeth at her throat, but civility has groomed Laz, at least slightly. There's still an immediate hatred filling up his chest — there's nothing she can do to change that now. "Do you have nothing better to do?" (Than tease me, than stare.)
Being here has made him realize just how out of place he is with these sorts of people. When he'd been younger, he was exactly what people'd expect. Exactly like everyone else. They bared their teeth at those who trespassed too closely to their sleeping spots, scrapped over food and the best places to exist. The right to exist. After that, it'd just been him and Gabe — he was good with him. Didn't fight him over food, learned to deal with how possessive he was over everything. Food and space and life. For the first time, Lazarus had wanted to exist, not just survive. Maybe he's a little possessive over Gabe too. His time, his attention. He misses it being just the two of them too, but he's gradually adapting. Not everyone's as awful as he thought they were. Moon's nice, Imperia's nice. Nobody's his friend, but he doesn't find himself wanting to fight them. It'd just take time, which he... has, maybe.
He grudgingly relaxes, setting down as the hybrid walks closer, ducking his head until his foot isn't so far out of reach. "Es desagradable," he grouses quietly.
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