[ At first, he's tempted to laugh it off. Daddy issues, really? Gotta have parents for that, or one of those tragic childhoods he keeps hearing about. Gotta have enough emotional investment to actual give a shit and he doesn't, zero for two on that score. He grew up in foster care and the woman who raised him might've had a fucked up sense of humor when she named him Ephemera, but it wasn't like she beat him or anything. She did her job and he did his and they parted ways the day he turned eighteen and enlisted. No story there. It's just a thing that happened.
But of course, Felix doesn't stop there. That'd be too easy.
Ephemera breathes out. His hands are shaking. He takes another drag on his cigarette, waiting for the nicotine to do its thing and chill him the fuck out.
It doesn't. ]
you kissed me first. after i put a blade into your shoulder. so what's that fucking say about you
[ A weak deflection. The sad part is, he knows why he did part of it. He knows why he put his hand on the back of Felix's neck and that's a real simple answer. Protecting the implant. A reflex, like they gave two shits about each other. Like they're the sort of people who do shit like that.
He turns around and punches the wall. Once, twice.
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But of course, Felix doesn't stop there. That'd be too easy.
Ephemera breathes out. His hands are shaking. He takes another drag on his cigarette, waiting for the nicotine to do its thing and chill him the fuck out.
It doesn't. ]
you kissed me first. after i put a blade into your shoulder. so what's that fucking say about you
[ A weak deflection. The sad part is, he knows why he did part of it. He knows why he put his hand on the back of Felix's neck and that's a real simple answer. Protecting the implant. A reflex, like they gave two shits about each other. Like they're the sort of people who do shit like that.
He turns around and punches the wall. Once, twice.
Three times. ]