Matter of Fact
10-01-2016, 09:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2016, 09:28 PM by Elias.)
His haunting past still lingered in the foreground of his mind even as he kept his back to her and searched for the quickest path up the mountain. The result of holding back such an adrenaline rush left him with weak limbs and a staggering step, though he tried his best to hide it as he pressed on and tried to keep distance between him and the woman behind him.
He missed Katar... missed her with a passion and he felt more lost now than ever. It was difficult to just put that behind him; Elias was an emotional thing. Tragic events repeated themselves in his youth and the daggers of fear and sorrow drove themselves just a little bit deeper every time that they made their appearance, he did not have time to heal and it left his psyche with constantly bleeding wounds. A fragile, cracked case controller that barely held on to the beast it drove.
He could not simply recess it, not even for this short interaction with the woman. And all because of one little comment? It made him sick with himself. He'd been the one to start it with a sarcastic and borderline insulting joke, and she had returned it in kind. He understood it, but why did it make his blood boil? Why did it make his teeth want to snap, his whole body seethe with hate.. hate like he felt just before ending Katar's life, hate like he'd felt the day that he'd slain his deceased father's piss-poor replacement-- the hate that he'd known his entire life!
Her apology angered him only further, frustrating him near the point of breaking and he could feel his limbs shaking from the surge of that powerful hate. Why was she apologizing when she had nothing to apologize for?! He spun around, his mantle fully standing at attention as his eyes locked on to hers and he snarled loud and ultimately hellish. The demon was screaming for it's release and with wide eyes he stared at her as he quieted his growl, those red windows to his soul pleading to her in a short moment of calm before his lip quivered and that the rumbling sound of his warning returned.
For such a wicked threat of a growl, his words were released in a strained yet ironic whisper, "Get out of my sight. Now." His tongue ended there, but an out of place whine might have given a hint to the thoughts that came after.
'Before I do something to you that I don't want to... please..'
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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