03-09-2019, 04:14 PM
Slithering around his chest, a tightness squeezed an already constricted heart. Breath was shallow as it was drawn through narrowed lungs. An old anger stirred and heat flashed the ashes of his eyes like a smoldering fire long believed doused was rising again.
He did nothing to this man. He was cleaning like a fucking housewife and this asshole walks in the front door hurling insults like little kids hurled rocks. Talked around him like he wasn't there. Asha's companion insulted his appearance, choices that he made out of sole preference that did nothing to hurt anyone else. Who the fuck was he to declare Elias' would be more handsome if he arranged his appearance different. Maybe he didn't want to be a handsome trophy god. Talk to Damien if Xander coveted statuesque males.
Why couldn't people just leave him alone?
But he expected as much from people. Out there was awful. It was the reason he retreated in the first place, but Asha... he thought she was different. Accepting him just the way he was. The wound cut to the bone, but knowing she would sense the pain, he let the power envelop him.
He should crush this man. Should crush his throat with his boot and sit down to watch him attempt to wriggle away. Who cared how handsome anyone was when you blacked out?
His fists balled, and instead, he turned and walked back to the kitchen, silent as the grave.
He did nothing to this man. He was cleaning like a fucking housewife and this asshole walks in the front door hurling insults like little kids hurled rocks. Talked around him like he wasn't there. Asha's companion insulted his appearance, choices that he made out of sole preference that did nothing to hurt anyone else. Who the fuck was he to declare Elias' would be more handsome if he arranged his appearance different. Maybe he didn't want to be a handsome trophy god. Talk to Damien if Xander coveted statuesque males.
Why couldn't people just leave him alone?
But he expected as much from people. Out there was awful. It was the reason he retreated in the first place, but Asha... he thought she was different. Accepting him just the way he was. The wound cut to the bone, but knowing she would sense the pain, he let the power envelop him.
He should crush this man. Should crush his throat with his boot and sit down to watch him attempt to wriggle away. Who cared how handsome anyone was when you blacked out?
His fists balled, and instead, he turned and walked back to the kitchen, silent as the grave.