redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)
𓃩 ("cosmically impossible to fix") ([personal profile] redsoil) wrote in [community profile] aionooc 2022-08-19 07:50 pm (UTC)

[ the only one picking a fight around here is you, mikey!!

( -- honestly, why him? why did this dead-eyed boy pick him to wag the finger at for something none of them could contain and all of them bore? ) it goes without saying that, in set's effort to leave the room before he's forced to listen to any further complaining from the peanut gallery, he's not minding what limbs are where... which means he feels a splitting pain in his head where that kick connects.

he can feel himself bleed; it feels unclean, wrong.

fingers find the source of injury, pressing into the split in his skin as his mouth parts, a little huffed breath escaping him. awe? at the audacity he's seeing? confusion, at what he'd done to really deserve the brunt of this boy's ire? or perhaps, judging by the solemn, chilly narrowing of set's eyes -- disgust. ]


If that's how you choose to be, [ he says, flatly. ] Go find your grave and lie in it, already.

[ pressing the heel of his hand to his temple, to staunch the flow of blood, he turns away again. this time, he does not turn back. ]

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