sorrowsfate:

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The STENCH of the other was filtering into the riders nose and a steady growl filters out of his chest and into the air between them. As much as he wished to TEAR the other apart a steady stream of curiosity was bleeding through his veins as to what he wanted. Head tilting to the side as the other speaks.

Agitation was ripe on the reapers face as he smirks lightly, hands clenching into fists at the demons side as he shrugs his shoulders lightly. I know ENOUGH. The comment sharp and to the point. He wasn’t messing around and wanted the other to get to the point already.

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❝ and just how SURE are you about that? ❞ he should have held his tongue — maybe even shifted the subject entirely, but all the same, he doubted that it would matter. ❝ i may be many things, but I do believe i could give an OPPORTUNITY of sorts.

 ❝ you see, ❞ he said, slipping his hands into his pockets,  ❝ i’m NOT my father. ❞ he mused, ❝ nor do i WISH to be. ❞ though, there were somethings that couldn’t be helped, ❝ but, even so, there are certain aspects that CAN’T be changed. ❞ no matter hard he tried to do so.

❝ more to the point, i’m giving you the chance to ELIMINATE me. ❞ his lips then formed into a thin-line, ❝ i won’t even put up a fight, but… ❞ and there was the catch,  ❝ only if my plan to find CONTROL for my abilities fails. ❞  it was a risk, a major risk, but one that he was willing to take. no matter what.

// @sorrowfought

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