He could almost taste in the air how much the other wanted to tear him apart. Wanting to kill him and simply get it over with and it did nothing more than start a fire of glee within the hellhounds stomach. He knew that anyone else wouldn’t get amused at the prospect of the anger burning in the other, anger that could one day lead to his death but then again Marrick was not normal, not under any circumstances and maybe that was what amused him more. A hellhound and a demon learning they’d never get along and in some form of future one would kill the other. They’d already placed the strings of fate in place.

They’d fight, bicker till one died, it was simple to see and yet Marrick kept stoking the fire. Allowing it to burn brighter and it amused him. Lips turn up as he looks at the other, eyes swimming with his humor as well as mischief which signalled he wasn’t ending it all anytime soon. ❝ You ain’t my type handsome, nice try though. ❞ He leant close, close enough the other could reach out and maybe that was a bad idea but he’d yet to do a good one so what was the difference.

_{his fingers twitched slightly as marrick was just in range. ky could just very easily grab them and make his move. a caged beast would do anything to get out — why shouldn’t ky do the same? it was only logical, he would get out eventually, but first… he would take out his prime enemy. take out the hound and then he could get out another way. it wasn’t smart, not in the slightest, but… he didn’t care.}

_{all ky’lar wanted at the moment was the other’s death and then he could manage to find a way out… one way or another. a reason to why he moved to take the chance — gripping the other’s clothing tightly to yank him into the bars. it wouldn’t be much, not even enough to do what he wanted, but it would be a start, “now, here are your choices. you let me out or you die. i really hope you chose the second one.” //  @sorrowsfate​}