[ Except the words are ice-tipped, full of disdain. He hates how she's looking at him, out of that young-old face, that lovely blue-eyed face. Just looking at him, the way his silent victims sometimes stand around and look at him in his dreams. She'd have been one of the horde, if he'd, as Amber used to say, Had his druthers. When he glances up at her, it's with a stilted kind of mildness that doesn't reach his eyes. The spike of rage, meanwhile, settles into a steady hum underneath his bones -- it's not increasing but it's not decreasing either. ]
Sometimes, [ he says, and it's almost thoughtful -- a quiet voice and a dull gaze. ] I think you keep everything wholesome about you for another place and circumstance. For another person. Or people.[ He bites his lower-lip, the teeth glinting like a knife half-sheathed in his mouth. He's unsheathed and used it before, slashing at her identity, telling her she isn't the Avatar here, tearing into the weakness of love, of life, of everything she represents. ] I get the remainder. I get the slime and the fucking.
[ There's a long pause. Almost honest, but with a bitterness lacing each word, he adds, ]
I wouldn't mind, normally. Or care. But I made this idiotic promise to myself not to do that with you. Not anymore.
[ The What a stupid idea that was is unspoken, but palpable. ]
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[ Except the words are ice-tipped, full of disdain. He hates how she's looking at him, out of that young-old face, that lovely blue-eyed face. Just looking at him, the way his silent victims sometimes stand around and look at him in his dreams. She'd have been one of the horde, if he'd, as Amber used to say, Had his druthers. When he glances up at her, it's with a stilted kind of mildness that doesn't reach his eyes. The spike of rage, meanwhile, settles into a steady hum underneath his bones -- it's not increasing but it's not decreasing either. ]
Sometimes, [ he says, and it's almost thoughtful -- a quiet voice and a dull gaze. ] I think you keep everything wholesome about you for another place and circumstance. For another person. Or people.[ He bites his lower-lip, the teeth glinting like a knife half-sheathed in his mouth. He's unsheathed and used it before, slashing at her identity, telling her she isn't the Avatar here, tearing into the weakness of love, of life, of everything she represents. ] I get the remainder. I get the slime and the fucking.
[ There's a long pause. Almost honest, but with a bitterness lacing each word, he adds, ]
I wouldn't mind, normally. Or care. But I made this idiotic promise to myself not to do that with you. Not anymore.
[ The What a stupid idea that was is unspoken, but palpable. ]