instinct has the ‘wolf screaming at him to back up, away from the putrid stench of sulfur overwhelming his senses, but he remains still, pride too big to back down. “i could name a few reasons, off-hand.” words are bitten out, eli lifting a hand to sweep the demon’s off his chest, only then taking a step back and giving himself space to breathe. “but nothing comes to mind on why i should give a shit.”
a low hiss escaped the demon’s lips as his hand was swiped away. it wasn’t that big of an action, but ky still was going to over dramatize the entire situation. as such, his face turned into one of disgust for a few seconds as he wiped his hand against his pants. it then turned back to normal. “you should learn your place – there are worse beings out there than me and trust me. they hate defiance more than me.”
he doesn’t give a response as he knows all too well that ky’lar will follow through on this fatal promise ( perhaps not now, perhaps not in the near future, perhaps never, but that’s a chance eli won’t take ). instead, the ‘wolf tips chin up and bares his throat in a goad, a challenge.
it was a challenge that ky was all to keen on taking; fingers came with-in centimeters of the other’s throat. oh, it would have been all too easy to rip it out, and be done with it. to end this little game of his, but at the final moment, he resorted to something else. his fingers moved to squeeze at eli’s throat – just enough to ( hopefully ) cut of the other’s air to make a point. if the wolf was going to taunt him…. the demon was going to taunt right back.
“better yet,” he said, making his way forward, and placing a hand on eli’s chest, “what makes you think i won’t rip your chest out?” a simple question and a threat. one he wouldn’t go forward with, but he could… if he was forced to do so.
“one more word and you’ll be sorely lacking something needed to speak.” ky had attempted to be decent, but as per-usual, it always ended up badly. a reason to why he resorted to violence or even threats most of the time to ultimately get his point across.
upper lip twitched in a restrained snarl, fingers curling into fists. every instinct within the ‘wolf shied away from the image of a muzzle and leash, and it was difficult to fight when body wanted to curl in on itself. but eli was nothing if not proud, and he refused to bow beneath ky’lar. “no amount of threats will make me respect you.”
“i wouldn’t exactly call them threats.” they were, in essence more akin to promises than actual threats. yet, they could be taken the same way, even more so when the demon was angered, “if i decide to muzzle you, it’s for good reason, and eventually… you’ll learn your place.”
“put your money where your mouth is, then.” threatening and
defying when he shouldn’t, despite instinct shying away from the idea
the demon’s words brought to life. “if not, fuck off.
“temper temper.” he mused out lowly, “ if i knew you wanted to be bound so badly, i would have done it long ago, but i do believe a muzzle and a leash would be more suiting, don’t you? might even teach you some respect.”
“don’t you have some other poor asshole to bother?” there’s a world weariness to the set of eli’s shoulders, the scent of sulfur hitting senses long before the other’s grating voice hit ears. even while body seized up instinctively once the demon’s scent registered, even while wariness radiated off of the ‘wolf, he was still very much done with ky’lar making repeated appearances.
❝ no. ❞ it was a simple answer that meant everything; ky’lar could have found thousands of other’s to bother, but at the end of the day, he was here for the ‘wolf. not someone the ‘wolf cared for or anything else —- he was here out of spite. only that, ❝ no one else. ❞
touch was the one thing that often brought eli back to the present and the sudden grip of the demon’s fingers under his chin was enough contact to jerk the ‘wolf into reality ( even if it came from the wrong source, it was enough, something the ‘wolf hated in that moment ). upper lip curled into a snarl and head jerked itself back, out of the demon’s grip, a fire lighting up hazels for that split second. the familiar weight of silver bound over his wrists was dragging him back under, eli struggling against mind and bindings alike. “go fuck yourself.” hissed words scraping past rough throat, spat out in a hope of keeping crumbling mask up.
a slight grin pulled at the demon’s lips for a few moments as he squeezed the other’s chin tighter. the words didn’t do anything to sway the demon from his path : the wolf’ needed to be taught the order of things and that meant that everything would go as planned.
though, in reality, several things could have gone wrong, for the same exact ending result, and while he was hoping things would go decently? he would have to deal with that when the time ultimately came,
❝ maybe you should hold your tongue before it’s ripped out ——- better yet, i think the first act of this series will be to see loud you’ll scream for me. ❞
his hands twitched at the other’s words : eyes narrowing and entire body tense. eli was right though, somethings were better not said, but at the same time, nothing could be taken back. it wasn’t entirely his fault either —- things came out to trusted individuals and that trust could be revoked at any moment. suffice to say, he should have been more careful, and yet, he would never let anyone else know that, ❝ ——– an’ you should hold your tongue unless it’s needed. ❞
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