He's elsewhere. Another time. He's smaller, younger, she's older but not bigger than him. There's blood in both their teeth and there's a burn in him like a swallowed sun. But it's not brighter than her, her skin bright, her eyes red, her blood. His head aches and everything is perfect, everything is the worst it could possibly be, and he hates, he hates, it consumes him whole, he...
The Highblood drops her. So sudden, it's like he's teleported to the opposite side of the room.
He shouts, the louder words nearly a scream, rage in every breath. "GET HER OUT! Out from my motherfucking countenance! TAKE HER NOW BEFORE HE SPLITS YOU MALEFACTORING MOTHERFUCKERS FROM FLAP TO SAC AND FILLS YOU WHOLE WITH BEANBUGS WHAT FOR THE HIGH LAUGHSASSINS TO USE AS MOTHERFUCKING GLUTE RESTING STATIONS! You have to count of five and he can cull you faster!" He doesn't shout at her.
He pounds his fist on the wall. The wall dents. The wall up and quakes.
"ONE!" He hollars.
There is nothing.
"Three...!"
The door opens, sharp and quick. Barely a crack, and the peacekeepers fighting about it can be heard. He ignores them, turning to her with eyes ablaze.
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The Highblood drops her. So sudden, it's like he's teleported to the opposite side of the room.
He shouts, the louder words nearly a scream, rage in every breath. "GET HER OUT! Out from my motherfucking countenance! TAKE HER NOW BEFORE HE SPLITS YOU MALEFACTORING MOTHERFUCKERS FROM FLAP TO SAC AND FILLS YOU WHOLE WITH BEANBUGS WHAT FOR THE HIGH LAUGHSASSINS TO USE AS MOTHERFUCKING GLUTE RESTING STATIONS! You have to count of five and he can cull you faster!" He doesn't shout at her.
He pounds his fist on the wall. The wall dents. The wall up and quakes.
"ONE!" He hollars.
There is nothing.
"Three...!"
The door opens, sharp and quick. Barely a crack, and the peacekeepers fighting about it can be heard. He ignores them, turning to her with eyes ablaze.
"GET OUT! Get the fuck out. NOW!"