“I swear god I am this close to making a replica of that goddamn throne and shoving it up your ass. see ky? dreams cAN COME TRUE.”
there was a full roll of his eyes, “you do know i’ve been staying out of trouble for a while now, right? the throne will still be there.” hopefully, “but then again, i doubt you’d be able to do that. i mean, i tolerate you, but doesn’t that just sound a bit too intimate?” his arms folded across his chest, “i mean, you’d have to get pretty close for something like that.”
are—-are they talking about the same jan here??? “if anything she just wants you to be civil and leave her in fucking peace. don’t be a drama queen we all know where it comes from. so sorry you can’t sit in the fancy chair and tell people what to do.”
the amount of chill pills the redhead is sure he needs to take is unreal. “I wouldn’t call it hate. it’s somewhere in the realm of slightly grossed out if were being honest here. which i doubt. half of your genetics is hardwired to lie through your goddamn teeth.” cue the wry smirk, “and the moment you bring meph up like that again it’s going to get violent. So I’m real glad we’ve come to an understanding here.”
it was quite possible that all ky’lar was doing was overacting to the situation; taking the facts and twisting them to what sounded right in his head. of course, the problem was no matter what he tried, acting ‘civil’ didn’t turn out well for long, and the fact of the matter was that he couldn’t remember what got him to the point in the first place that caused things to go so bad.
however, he knew that bringing up his grandfather wouldn’t help matters, and that if anything, it would make things much worse than they already were,
❝ I get it; don’t bring him up. ❞ that was part of it, but not entirely everything,
❝ ‘course, i’ve tried to be civil, attempted it several times, but it never works.❞
Abby snorts derisively, “she might not want shit to do with you, might wanna punch you in the dick but shes not exactly a monster that wants you dead. lets be honest here the kids my jiminy fucking cricket.”
he really should’ve thought of that before saying stupid things. “Oh we can make idle threats against meph and it’s no big deal but mentioning dearest lucifer is just a touch too far? is that—–is that how its working now?” she asks with a wry smirk, “because lemme tell you it’s not. no one tells me what I can and can’t leave out. you crossed the line first so reap what you sow champ.”
the only REASON he didn’t want anyone else involved was due to the fact it was his PROBLEMS and no one else’s. maybe that made him a bit ODD, but in his mind, he wanted to keep this all on HIMSELF. no matter what he did, no matter WHAT he had achieved, it almost always ended up FALLING to someone else to either take the CREDIT or BLAME.
either way, it was a LOSE lose situation that he wasn’t going to be able to WIN,
❝ she wants me BACK in hell for all time, abby. i do think with enough INFLUENCE she can get it, but you want to know the real kicker? i know for a FACT that meph will be around for the REST of my damnable life. ❞ he honestly hated it; hated the understanding of the situation that he found himself in, but it was the TRUTH ( for the most part ).
his fists clenched together tightly as he tried to calm himself, but it’s effects were yet to be seen,
❝ I know you HATE that i’m enjoying myself with him, but the MOMENT you bring him up again, it gets PERSONAL.❞
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