( there are far worse things than death. it's only by the sheer force inherent in the conviction of his hatred that he hasn't walked more willingly into that slumbering embrace now that he feels it's once again within the realm of possibility for him. not to say he hasn't considered it this last week or two, but it would feel wrong to leave his revenge so tragically unfulfilled. still, this gives him a warped perspective on the whole thing; hands wrapping around his throat with the intent to kill come as less of a threat than a collar and attempt to control.
he breathes out in a short, quick sigh at the shake of dextera's head, beginning to wonder just how far he might have to push him before his back finally reached a wall. would that inspire him to bare his fangs? though a duplicitous creature himself, makoto found the trait taxing in others, though mostly when they lied to themselves.
he leans over to watch what the young man scratches in the dirt, then his colorless eyes slide back to watch his face; his expression is clearly contemptuous. )
What if I told you you couldn't kill me?
( he's not even sure that's true anymore, but it would have been previously. half a truth, the misleading words flow easefully from his tongue. )
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he breathes out in a short, quick sigh at the shake of dextera's head, beginning to wonder just how far he might have to push him before his back finally reached a wall. would that inspire him to bare his fangs? though a duplicitous creature himself, makoto found the trait taxing in others, though mostly when they lied to themselves.
he leans over to watch what the young man scratches in the dirt, then his colorless eyes slide back to watch his face; his expression is clearly contemptuous. )
What if I told you you couldn't kill me?
( he's not even sure that's true anymore, but it would have been previously. half a truth, the misleading words flow easefully from his tongue. )