12-21-2019, 01:01 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Lemy stayed quiet throughout Rin's explanation, a polite smile on his face. He remained quiet when Tena began rebuking the Magna, gutted-fish eyes centered on Rin's form. And, really, what was he supposed to say?
Lemy knew what he did want to say: he wanted to spit and curse and ask Rin why she thought it was prudent to leave them all blissfully ignorant of the situation. Gods were something he didn't want to mess with. Visceral rage flooded his body, frustration stewing in his stomach as he resisted the urge to tear his fur out. Gods. Gods. What were they supposed to do against gods? Even though Rin assured them that she had killed them, how was she supposed to know that was true? Lemy was a demon and for the life of him, he couldn't die. He had found that out the hard way.
What am I supposed to do? The line repeated in his head like a mantra and suddenly he was a kitten again, staring up to a creature he had no hopes of winning against. His thoughts looped and looped, and Lemy was left floundering for a way to rid himself of the scenarios that plagued his mind.
[b]"Aren't you being kind of selfish?"[/b] The words are humorless, his tone frigid. Lemy wondered what kind of face he was making; he can't feel his smile anymore. "What makes you so special that only you get to decide what's best for us? Are you seriously that egoistic?" Lemy didn't understand. He didn't understand why she would go through such lengths to protect mere strangers. She had to be hiding something else.
"Let's say Eirny didn't save you and you died. Let's say this curse of yours is true; what then, huh?" He continued, leaning in with his teeth bared. "Guess. What. I'm the one who'd likely succeed you, Rinny. I'd be the next one to get cursed," he didn't like it when things were done behind his back, he didn't like the helpless feeling he got when things slipped out of his control, "and I wouldn't have even known! I'd be dead." Lemy can't help it anymore; years of venomous thoughts are spewing from his lips and that in itself made him even angrier. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was just looking for someone to take the brunt of his frustration.
It wasn't about Rin anymore. That thought made his mouth click shut, sent the words building in his throat back down to his stomach where they lay to stew. He returned to his previous position and tried to lighten up his expression, only succeeding in pulling it back into a blank neutrality.
Lemy knew what he did want to say: he wanted to spit and curse and ask Rin why she thought it was prudent to leave them all blissfully ignorant of the situation. Gods were something he didn't want to mess with. Visceral rage flooded his body, frustration stewing in his stomach as he resisted the urge to tear his fur out. Gods. Gods. What were they supposed to do against gods? Even though Rin assured them that she had killed them, how was she supposed to know that was true? Lemy was a demon and for the life of him, he couldn't die. He had found that out the hard way.
What am I supposed to do? The line repeated in his head like a mantra and suddenly he was a kitten again, staring up to a creature he had no hopes of winning against. His thoughts looped and looped, and Lemy was left floundering for a way to rid himself of the scenarios that plagued his mind.
[b]"Aren't you being kind of selfish?"[/b] The words are humorless, his tone frigid. Lemy wondered what kind of face he was making; he can't feel his smile anymore. "What makes you so special that only you get to decide what's best for us? Are you seriously that egoistic?" Lemy didn't understand. He didn't understand why she would go through such lengths to protect mere strangers. She had to be hiding something else.
"Let's say Eirny didn't save you and you died. Let's say this curse of yours is true; what then, huh?" He continued, leaning in with his teeth bared. "Guess. What. I'm the one who'd likely succeed you, Rinny. I'd be the next one to get cursed," he didn't like it when things were done behind his back, he didn't like the helpless feeling he got when things slipped out of his control, "and I wouldn't have even known! I'd be dead." Lemy can't help it anymore; years of venomous thoughts are spewing from his lips and that in itself made him even angrier. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was just looking for someone to take the brunt of his frustration.
It wasn't about Rin anymore. That thought made his mouth click shut, sent the words building in his throat back down to his stomach where they lay to stew. He returned to his previous position and tried to lighten up his expression, only succeeding in pulling it back into a blank neutrality.