two cubic tons of sand - jellybeans

[wormwood.]

Wormwood actively recoiled away from Feza's words as soon as they left her mouth, his ears and wings pinning back as soon as the snow leopard began to ramble, her words progressively becoming more and more unhinged and nonsensical. Despite everything that Feza thought, Worm had never thought once about killing the other large feline, or even doing so much as lifting a single claw to hurt her. What Torren said was true – Worm would never hurt another Tangler, and Feza was included on that list of Tanglers. No matter how much she pissed him off, did her crazy antics, and rambled on about stuff that absolutely was not true, he would never hurt her, and that's why it hurt him so much to have her accuse him of wanting to do such a thing. His heart sank down into his stomach, and he found himself stepping back to stare at her, his gaze cold and full of pain as he let Torren speak, and processed everything she had claimed about him. He shook his head slowly at his fellow guardsman, glad that at the very least he had Torren here to defend him – as well as Crowley, more than likely, since for all that the demon denied liking anybody else, the angel was fairly sure Crowley liked him, and knew he wouldn't kill anybody. A small part of the lion wanted to immediately lash out. To give Feza what she wanted, to just pour all of his aggression and pain and anxiety into one vicious rant that would haunt Feza until the day she did die, although not by his paws. Still, he resisted that urge, instead just focusing on his paws and the dirt beneath him – the dirt that Feza's crazed mind seemed to think she was going to be buried underneath.

When Torren was finally done sticking up for him, Worm raised his head to look at Feza, taking in her trembling tormented form and slowly shaking his head. He rumbled softly as he lifted up a paw, looking down at his cracked pads before resting it back against the ground, a heavy sigh leaving him, "...I can't believe that you would say such things about me. I have never once acted violently towards you, nor would I ever want to, Feza. The reason that I come and I sigh at you is not, in fact, because I have some diabolical scheme to weaken and kill you, but just because I want to take others' feelings into consideration, something that you don't often do before you act, just as Torren said. I am not some vessel for your box gods to punish you, nor am I some evil bastard waiting to bury you alive, and the fact that you would even think any of that of me...? It hurts like a knife to the heart. I hope that you got that all out of your system, since none of it is true." His voice was cold, unemotional, and slow, his eyes trained somewhere behind of Feza rather than directly at her. He glanced at Torren and Crowley for a moment before shaking his head and rumbling softly, "I really was worried about you, Feza. I still am, in fact, since you've clearly got something very, very wrong with you, but I'm not going to stand here while you accuse me of things that aren't true, so goodbye." He nodded at everyone there before turning and walking away, stretching his wings out as he walked off and away from the scene, his tail low to the ground behind him as he left Feza to her plates of melted jellybeans and her delusions of the ground collapsing beneath her. There was no way that he could deal with this, and he doubted that he would be able to calm her down anyways.

( wormy out!! )

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]