( stupid answer for a stupid question, as if he talks to carolina, as if he has any personal investment in ephemera's vendetta against her. not his business. he left the freelancers and their hot fucking mess behind him on chorus, and the only man he gives a shit about violently hurting – aside from ortez, aside from tucker – isn't here. by all logic, ephemera should've been grouped with the freelancers. he shouldn't care.
he squeezes his throat lightly and feels his pulse with his thumb, even. calm. his arm falls to his side, loosely sliding his hand into his pocket. )
Can't exactly kill me to shut me up if I just keep coming back louder than ever, and we both know how violence between us usually ends, anyway. ( different every time, but there's one commonly reoccurring theme: neither of them die. it's a bit of a prodding barb. instinctive. casually defensive. maybe it's the lack of liquor in his system. he doesn't know what to feel aside from strange, something prickling sharp under a muddied surface.
easy to fall back on default when everything's been blown open between them. he looks away from ephemera, rolling his shoulders back in a shrug. )
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( stupid answer for a stupid question, as if he talks to carolina, as if he has any personal investment in ephemera's vendetta against her. not his business. he left the freelancers and their hot fucking mess behind him on chorus, and the only man he gives a shit about violently hurting – aside from ortez, aside from tucker – isn't here. by all logic, ephemera should've been grouped with the freelancers. he shouldn't care.
he squeezes his throat lightly and feels his pulse with his thumb, even. calm. his arm falls to his side, loosely sliding his hand into his pocket. )
Can't exactly kill me to shut me up if I just keep coming back louder than ever, and we both know how violence between us usually ends, anyway. ( different every time, but there's one commonly reoccurring theme: neither of them die. it's a bit of a prodding barb. instinctive. casually defensive. maybe it's the lack of liquor in his system. he doesn't know what to feel aside from strange, something prickling sharp under a muddied surface.
easy to fall back on default when everything's been blown open between them. he looks away from ephemera, rolling his shoulders back in a shrug. )
What a dilemma.