06-06-2021, 12:22 AM
IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER.
Was Arrow one for handling a discussion with beauty and grace and no emotional outbursts? Probably not. She did listen to his plea, his weird way of begging forgiveness. Or so that's what it felt like, in a weird sort of way, but all she heard on repeat in her mind was a fragile little way of saying Atticus ran away. Ran from what? Dante? A war? She clicked her tongue, whiskers twitching. "But Atty, you spent an awful long time defending the Pitt. What was it, one Pittian being stupid as hell doesn't mean the whole group's gotta take the fall? I mean, shit, bro, I thought you at least liked them enough to stay." Her tongue dashed across her teeth as others came to speak. They could handle the diplomacy, she didn't have much to say on the matter. It was all so entertaining...until it wasn't.
Beyond the back and forth between the being she felt was both familiar and a stranger and the runaway from the desert, beyond whatever else was going on. The command, even if merely a joke, caused the Luminary to stop lazily observing everything around her, green eyes locked on target to the man who had so rudely intervened with her day-to-day activities. "It's true, I beat the Pitt at their own stupid fucking game and ran their name up to the top of the Most Wanted list. We ain't never liked each other, even before your mama thought to have any kids. Your lovely, beautiful mama, ran on off with someone nice. I really do wish her well." There was no sarcasm there, not in the slightest. Arrow truly hoped Moth found better out there, true happiness. She'd miss her old friend. But that was no longer in her control. Not that she would change the course of Moth's actions. Now, on to what seemed to rustle her jimmies, there was a brief glance between the visitor and Xibalba, her gut twisting at the cheery, friendly interaction that seemed to be present. Surely she was only imagining things bred from insecurity, but even then...
"Now, Atticus, let's not be coy. You're not owed shit or fuck as far as the positions of power goes, and certainly not any special pigeon delivery about the...bodies that my people may be occupying. That would be quite a lot of birds to tie little letters to, sealed with a kiss and all, don't you think? If you want to prove your loyalty to us, even though you bailed on the Pitt, you will start at ground zero. You will work your furry ass off until I decide that you've made your mark in this swamp. Another comment about what you think you're owed, and I will personally pull the guts you certainly have out through your sand coated asshole, am I clear?"
Arrow's gaze did not waver, her voice did not crack nor did she stutter, but she was certainly dead serious. There was several moments where she said nothing else, but eventually raised her brow as if to press him to say more. "Now, do any of these Pitt tactics involve pushing Dante's skull in?"
Was Arrow one for handling a discussion with beauty and grace and no emotional outbursts? Probably not. She did listen to his plea, his weird way of begging forgiveness. Or so that's what it felt like, in a weird sort of way, but all she heard on repeat in her mind was a fragile little way of saying Atticus ran away. Ran from what? Dante? A war? She clicked her tongue, whiskers twitching. "But Atty, you spent an awful long time defending the Pitt. What was it, one Pittian being stupid as hell doesn't mean the whole group's gotta take the fall? I mean, shit, bro, I thought you at least liked them enough to stay." Her tongue dashed across her teeth as others came to speak. They could handle the diplomacy, she didn't have much to say on the matter. It was all so entertaining...until it wasn't.
Beyond the back and forth between the being she felt was both familiar and a stranger and the runaway from the desert, beyond whatever else was going on. The command, even if merely a joke, caused the Luminary to stop lazily observing everything around her, green eyes locked on target to the man who had so rudely intervened with her day-to-day activities. "It's true, I beat the Pitt at their own stupid fucking game and ran their name up to the top of the Most Wanted list. We ain't never liked each other, even before your mama thought to have any kids. Your lovely, beautiful mama, ran on off with someone nice. I really do wish her well." There was no sarcasm there, not in the slightest. Arrow truly hoped Moth found better out there, true happiness. She'd miss her old friend. But that was no longer in her control. Not that she would change the course of Moth's actions. Now, on to what seemed to rustle her jimmies, there was a brief glance between the visitor and Xibalba, her gut twisting at the cheery, friendly interaction that seemed to be present. Surely she was only imagining things bred from insecurity, but even then...
"Now, Atticus, let's not be coy. You're not owed shit or fuck as far as the positions of power goes, and certainly not any special pigeon delivery about the...bodies that my people may be occupying. That would be quite a lot of birds to tie little letters to, sealed with a kiss and all, don't you think? If you want to prove your loyalty to us, even though you bailed on the Pitt, you will start at ground zero. You will work your furry ass off until I decide that you've made your mark in this swamp. Another comment about what you think you're owed, and I will personally pull the guts you certainly have out through your sand coated asshole, am I clear?"
Arrow's gaze did not waver, her voice did not crack nor did she stutter, but she was certainly dead serious. There was several moments where she said nothing else, but eventually raised her brow as if to press him to say more. "Now, do any of these Pitt tactics involve pushing Dante's skull in?"