{He takes her shiver for worry and he wishes he had the words to give her calm. But he is not a man of words. He never has been. Not then and not now. He has always been a man of action. Using those to express what he can't otherwise. And he expresses it in the way he moves. In the protective way he remains just before her as if to insure trouble comes to him before it ever touches her.
It's a strange thing really. The dark thought that he would kill anyone who dared to touch her. Not just in terms of danger, but in other ways. It's not a thought he's had for others before. But it still hangs about him like the dark clouds of an oncoming storm. While he was here, no one and nothing was going to harm her.
He doesn't quite loom while she conducts her business with the captain. Xanxus is impressed at how perfectly she handles things. She has the delicate touch and the shrewd sensibilities that would make her a model wife some day. He wonders why no one has seen that and there is a surge of jealousy that he can't explain. Once more, he feels like those emotions aren't truly his own but something of an echo from a time and place he's only barely touched.
His eyes narrow at her words and he nods once.}
You will stay with the supplies. I will meet our truck and get it back for you. If you want, I'll leave one alive, mostly. For questioning later.
{Because he is not Sawada. He doesn't shy away from the darker side of the mafia. He is already stained in blood so things like torture and revenge aren't things he even blink at. Whatever is necessary. Whatever it takes to make and keep the family strong. Just like then. Just like now.}
I'll be back soon enough. Hold tight. That trash shouldn't take me too long.
{He sweeps away from her towards the truck. His long leather coat billowing behind him as he goes. Almost an echo of a long dark pony tail. He doesn't seem to even be bothered when bullets did start flying. He's already decided. They aren't getting the supplies and they were not touching his woman... though that thought was almost distracting.}
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It's a strange thing really. The dark thought that he would kill anyone who dared to touch her. Not just in terms of danger, but in other ways. It's not a thought he's had for others before. But it still hangs about him like the dark clouds of an oncoming storm. While he was here, no one and nothing was going to harm her.
He doesn't quite loom while she conducts her business with the captain. Xanxus is impressed at how perfectly she handles things. She has the delicate touch and the shrewd sensibilities that would make her a model wife some day. He wonders why no one has seen that and there is a surge of jealousy that he can't explain. Once more, he feels like those emotions aren't truly his own but something of an echo from a time and place he's only barely touched.
His eyes narrow at her words and he nods once.}
You will stay with the supplies. I will meet our truck and get it back for you. If you want, I'll leave one alive, mostly. For questioning later.
{Because he is not Sawada. He doesn't shy away from the darker side of the mafia. He is already stained in blood so things like torture and revenge aren't things he even blink at. Whatever is necessary. Whatever it takes to make and keep the family strong. Just like then. Just like now.}
I'll be back soon enough. Hold tight. That trash shouldn't take me too long.
{He sweeps away from her towards the truck. His long leather coat billowing behind him as he goes. Almost an echo of a long dark pony tail. He doesn't seem to even be bothered when bullets did start flying. He's already decided. They aren't getting the supplies and they were not touching his woman... though that thought was almost distracting.}