*The worry has so completely consumed him that it takes full five seconds before he even understands what Lucius is referring to. And then there's anger, just a bit of it, the little flame for the coy and petty man next to him, what he's done, what he's tossed in front of Esmerelda, and then, what she did to Amrita, and then, what has been done to her, and he's right back where he started, except angrier. He snaps back, almost too loud, his face flooding pink against his will.*
No.
*His voice gets quieter, he's practically muttering under his breath.*
But you'd love it if that were it, wouldn't you, you fucking prick.
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Date: 2011-04-20 03:35 am (UTC)No.
*His voice gets quieter, he's practically muttering under his breath.*
But you'd love it if that were it, wouldn't you, you fucking prick.