[ She laughs. Akua's voice grows darker, more pointed, targeted. He can't tell if she's mocking him or not, but it doesn't matter either way. He steps forward, up into her space, batting away her hand vaguely gesturing towards him. It's far from a gentle touch, but it isn't so much a direct attack, either — more the promise of a real one to come if she does that again.
Still, on top of his other newfound features, why can't he have claws. ]
The more you talk like that, the more you sound like you're on my side. [ There's a curl to his lip, frustration in his voice. ] Could never figure out what the fuck was wrong with you, that you wouldn't be. But then you go and try to shoot down Yima and everyone who lived in the manor with her, and try to act like you're above cruelty when you treat others like they're playthings.
[ Amos locks eyes with her. He won't so much as acknowledge the man. The man's irrelevant. The man will cease to exist in a matter of hours, regardless of what either of them do — but to fuck around and set him on fire in the name of retaliation when it looks more like she's getting off on it has him rankled.
Like it's the same airy attitude she'd taken after Yima had disappeared. And he had never pulled that shit with Cyrus. Had tried for the opposite, kneeling with his body and trying to do... he still isn't sure what, but something kind.
Not this. ]
My leader hasn't fallen. [ He juts his chin up, defiant. An attempt at being authoritative, while he's at it. ] And just because there are things that have to be done doesn't mean the way you act doesn't matter.
[ A rare lesson that he's kind of always known, in his own way, and is increasingly trying to keep to heart now.
At the same time he's also kind of gauging just when he might take a swing at her. He really really wants to, and if that's just where things are going to go... Well, Yima did like giving him free rein to do as he saw fit. ]
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Still, on top of his other newfound features, why can't he have claws. ]
The more you talk like that, the more you sound like you're on my side. [ There's a curl to his lip, frustration in his voice. ] Could never figure out what the fuck was wrong with you, that you wouldn't be. But then you go and try to shoot down Yima and everyone who lived in the manor with her, and try to act like you're above cruelty when you treat others like they're playthings.
[ Amos locks eyes with her. He won't so much as acknowledge the man. The man's irrelevant. The man will cease to exist in a matter of hours, regardless of what either of them do — but to fuck around and set him on fire in the name of retaliation when it looks more like she's getting off on it has him rankled.
Like it's the same airy attitude she'd taken after Yima had disappeared. And he had never pulled that shit with Cyrus. Had tried for the opposite, kneeling with his body and trying to do... he still isn't sure what, but something kind.
Not this. ]
My leader hasn't fallen. [ He juts his chin up, defiant. An attempt at being authoritative, while he's at it. ] And just because there are things that have to be done doesn't mean the way you act doesn't matter.
[ A rare lesson that he's kind of always known, in his own way, and is increasingly trying to keep to heart now.
At the same time he's also kind of gauging just when he might take a swing at her. He really really wants to, and if that's just where things are going to go... Well, Yima did like giving him free rein to do as he saw fit. ]