[ Not for the first time, he thinks about closing the distance between them and making good on the underlying threat. He thinks he would have done it back on Chorus. No question, no second thoughts. He’d just do it. And now —
Fuck.
Ephemera goes still, watching Felix intently. Clocking his every move. ]
What do you want.
[ It comes out in a hiss. Barely a question. Half of a threat. He’s in armor now. He ought to feel solid. ]
no subject
Fuck.
Ephemera goes still, watching Felix intently. Clocking his every move. ]
What do you want.
[ It comes out in a hiss. Barely a question. Half of a threat. He’s in armor now. He ought to feel solid. ]