He didn't expect that. And he didn't expect his own reaction to it. Murderous intent is there in droves, and thrill at the idea of getting the hell away from Felid, finally, for good. But along with that comes terror, at the idea of losing him and at the thought of being the one to do it. He wants him gone. He wants to get away from him. But presented with the opportunity to do it, his hands shake and his face pales, and his heart races in both excitement and horror.
It's a bit too much from different angles. He's not stable enough for it right now, so his breathing becomes shallow and sharp, his thoughts losing coherency in the face of the emotional war between blackest hate and complete infatuation.
In the end though, he clamps down, not as hard as he could, but plenty enough to be nasty. It's just that he knows he won't have the strength to reach for that sword no matter what.]
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He didn't expect that. And he didn't expect his own reaction to it. Murderous intent is there in droves, and thrill at the idea of getting the hell away from Felid, finally, for good. But along with that comes terror, at the idea of losing him and at the thought of being the one to do it. He wants him gone. He wants to get away from him. But presented with the opportunity to do it, his hands shake and his face pales, and his heart races in both excitement and horror.
It's a bit too much from different angles. He's not stable enough for it right now, so his breathing becomes shallow and sharp, his thoughts losing coherency in the face of the emotional war between blackest hate and complete infatuation.
In the end though, he clamps down, not as hard as he could, but plenty enough to be nasty. It's just that he knows he won't have the strength to reach for that sword no matter what.]