[ He fights for a breath, moving to the bar and setting the glass in the sink. Picking up a napkin, he plucks a piece of glass out of his hand even as the wound heals and then he cleans off the blood.
Not a word, mostly because he's fighting not to snap right then and there. It's taking everything in him to hold himself together and not destroy a lot.
Especially learning he was nothing to them but collateral damage. ]
What do you know, Witch?
[ He's angry. So fucking angry. Not at her but that doesn't change how much it radiates off of him thinking about it. ]
no subject
Not a word, mostly because he's fighting not to snap right then and there. It's taking everything in him to hold himself together and not destroy a lot.
Especially learning he was nothing to them but collateral damage. ]
What do you know, Witch?
[ He's angry. So fucking angry. Not at her but that doesn't change how much it radiates off of him thinking about it. ]