“Oooh, yeah, let’s attack my psychology now because we all know how fucked up Shand is, and he’s the only one, so that’s the start and end of everything, isn’t it?”
There is lightning jumping out of his fingertips now, and the agonizing pain of it through his veins and in his brain just feeds his anger. He doesn’t want to hit low, to play dirty, but something about the furious gleam in her eyes pushes him to it.
His brow is furrowed and his jaw is set, his face cold and detached, like it always gets when things get too personal too quick. Of course, his words never stay that way to match.
“I️ saw the screwed up shit in your head, too. The stuff you didn’t want me to see because oh no, then maybe you wouldn’t be the perfect one anymore and then maybe you’d be just as in need of saving as the walking disaster.”
He’s clutching the thin blanket on he bed now, the lightning jolting around it and there’s a real possibility that between the two of them, this house burns down all the way but he doesn’t care.
“I’m the one who can’t. Freaking. Die. Luna. So what do you suggest I do for all of eternity? Stand here and look pretty and never try to do anything of consequence ever again? What am I supposed to do, watch you die and then throw my hands up and say oh well, there goes the last person I know of anywhere who means anything to me. I️ can bring her back and she wants to be here, but nah. I️ might break a nail in the process. Really? Is that what you want from me?”
He shakes his head as Olvreign comes back to mind, the goddess that he’d killed. Is she forgetting that part?
“So maybe she would have possessed me for a million years. Bummer, sure. But you don’t understand this- a million years, what is that? A drop in the bucket to me. It’s nothing. We’re not playing the same game here at all but you’re still holding me to all your rules and somehow you think that’s fair enough to get all offended about it.”
There is lightning jumping out of his fingertips now, and the agonizing pain of it through his veins and in his brain just feeds his anger. He doesn’t want to hit low, to play dirty, but something about the furious gleam in her eyes pushes him to it.
His brow is furrowed and his jaw is set, his face cold and detached, like it always gets when things get too personal too quick. Of course, his words never stay that way to match.
“I️ saw the screwed up shit in your head, too. The stuff you didn’t want me to see because oh no, then maybe you wouldn’t be the perfect one anymore and then maybe you’d be just as in need of saving as the walking disaster.”
He’s clutching the thin blanket on he bed now, the lightning jolting around it and there’s a real possibility that between the two of them, this house burns down all the way but he doesn’t care.
“I’m the one who can’t. Freaking. Die. Luna. So what do you suggest I do for all of eternity? Stand here and look pretty and never try to do anything of consequence ever again? What am I supposed to do, watch you die and then throw my hands up and say oh well, there goes the last person I know of anywhere who means anything to me. I️ can bring her back and she wants to be here, but nah. I️ might break a nail in the process. Really? Is that what you want from me?”
He shakes his head as Olvreign comes back to mind, the goddess that he’d killed. Is she forgetting that part?
“So maybe she would have possessed me for a million years. Bummer, sure. But you don’t understand this- a million years, what is that? A drop in the bucket to me. It’s nothing. We’re not playing the same game here at all but you’re still holding me to all your rules and somehow you think that’s fair enough to get all offended about it.”