“ if you keep making my job difficult, we’re going to run into some problems here. ”
“i like to think of it as you getting in my way.” maybe it wasn’t exactly that, but at the same time? ky didn’t think it mattered. “‘cause, the way i see it? you’re exactly in my way an’ it’s known to be fatal if you don’t move out of it.”
ANGER. that was the o n l y emotion that he felt at the moment. it BURNED not just hot, but cold as well. it was just under that skin of his – just beneath the surface. it longed to get released, but he was RESTRAINING himself.
he wasn’t going to hurt peter ( fatally ), but since he WOULDN’T get out of his way? he clamped his hand on peter’s throat before sending him into a nearby wall. there was no DOUBT about it – i’d hurt. mainly it was ky’s way of saying he WASN’T going to be stopped. it didn’t matter if he cared for the other or not.
right now, all he cared about was DESTROYING whatever got in his path, and then finding a bar to spend the rest of his NIGHT once he calmed down. maybe by then… he’d have the STRENGTH to look peter in the face again. nor not.
“insulting in the first place is nowhere near being nice, and you know it.”
“oh, i think you mean… not being nice to you, right? ‘cause, i try being nice, i get nowhere, and i go back to my usual, an’ get no where. so, if i’m gonna get in trouble? i might as well do so for a reason.”
“i could ask yourself the same question, but quite frankly? i blame my charming personality.”
“ – you’re kidding. what are you, a furnace?” eyebrows knit. she’d laugh if he didn’t sound so serious. and it’s not that she minds, but SHE feels like she needs a blanket already. “i thought hell was supposed to be HOT ….”
“i just like temperatures close to freezing.” or below it rather – he’d actually enjoy being where it was far below zero that it seemed impossible to get warm. “hell might be hot, but earth isn’t, liv. if all else fails? i’ll find a glacier to sleep on tonight.”
“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.” // @hellfirebound + sc
“—- really jan?” he couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at her comment. “ i was trying to be nice.” a pause. “unless, you want me to insult you more than usual.”
truth be told, he failed to see why he should have specifically cared about it. wizards or otherwise, ky thought he was right ( even more so in this ) so what if he embarrassed her? he didn’t see why it mattered at all really. “i fail to see the point.”
gloved hands turn pages in a worn book peacefully, “i’m sure you’re about to tell me why you’re here without prompt. but the polite thing to do would at least wait for me to ask.”
a pause.
“may i help you? Ky’lar Richardson – Son of Blackheart, Prince of Hell.”
“the polite thing would have been for me to knock.” more or less. though, that would have meant more motivation on his part, and he wasn’t in the mood to give anyone that sort of effort. not at the moment at least.
“—- it depends.” on several factors, but for now, he would play his own games, and go from there. “would you if i asked?”
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