12-17-2018, 01:56 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Maybe he did let it beat him. Was there much of a choice? Ambroise didn't have some strong hero protector to pull him out of the grime. For almost two years of his life he only knew the raiders and their bloodthirsty hierarchy, the kind that took a crowbar to any weaknesses until you were dead or healed enough thick scar tissue that the next beating wasn't so bad. Maybe he'd let them win. Couldn't do anything else when he knew they'd make a game of punishment- wouldn't even treat it seriously, like it mattered. Because it didn't. Nothing had, not until Mila. That lesson dropped him to the floor, in the end. The first time he'd really struggled against the chains, and the consequences were worse than anything else he'd endured. That was why Ambroise didn't win, why he accepted that he couldn't win- he could only survive, and pretend that meant anything when nothing did. Not anymore.
Let alone Christmas. Let alone this nosy shit who had a stupid level of stubbornness to push when Ambroise refused to move. An unstoppable force and an immovable object. Well, they could both bleed. The lion wasn't afraid of testing that if Orpheus kept poking at him the way he did, like he thought Ambroise was just a cactus who couldn't go anywhere. He still had his teeth, his claws; wouldn't be the first time he used them. "Real cute. Dumb defiance's a great look for you, darlin'."
The lion's upper lip curled a bit, stubbornly shifting around to leave his back to Orpheus, refusing to look at him and his earnestness. "Voila merde, maringouin." Ambroise stared harder at the wall, jaw clenching. "Tuat t'en grosse bueche. You might should oughta mind your own business. Not everyone wants to shove candy canes up de ass an' dance 'round an evergreen tree with pecans roastin' in de background."
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Let alone Christmas. Let alone this nosy shit who had a stupid level of stubbornness to push when Ambroise refused to move. An unstoppable force and an immovable object. Well, they could both bleed. The lion wasn't afraid of testing that if Orpheus kept poking at him the way he did, like he thought Ambroise was just a cactus who couldn't go anywhere. He still had his teeth, his claws; wouldn't be the first time he used them. "Real cute. Dumb defiance's a great look for you, darlin'."
The lion's upper lip curled a bit, stubbornly shifting around to leave his back to Orpheus, refusing to look at him and his earnestness. "Voila merde, maringouin." Ambroise stared harder at the wall, jaw clenching. "Tuat t'en grosse bueche. You might should oughta mind your own business. Not everyone wants to shove candy canes up de ass an' dance 'round an evergreen tree with pecans roastin' in de background."
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead