Bottle it up

*Askan* · 06-03-2020, 10:14 AM

Saints above he hated her.

She stood there, all dainty and smug, and just out of his reach. Oh how he longed to lunge over and grab a hold of her muzzle, to shake the smirk from her lips. But she was right, he didn't want to step out onto the ice again, so all he could really do was snarl, snap and puff up like an startled hedgehog. And what a load of good that seemed to be doing, he was merely adding more fuel to her fire. He really ought to have taken a moment to gather himself, to take a deep breath and just cool it. But Askan had never been a man of restraint, he was a leap before you look sort of guy and once again that was biting him in the arse.

Askan swatted her snidery aside with a throaty tsk and a wrinkle of his nose. He refused to look at her, instead glaring at the distant horizon as he imagined all the ways he could tell her to fuck off. Each more visceral than the last. But worse yet, she just didn't seem to know when to shut her gob. In Askan's eyes she seemed deprived of a lot of things, manners for instance, but he was throwing stones in a glass house, wasn't he? Whatever, he didn't give a damn about her, if she wanted to sit out on the ice then he hoped she fell in and drowned. That'd show her.

And then she asked for his name and his gaze begrudgingly lingered on her form once more. Every time she dangled bait in front of him he had inevitably snapped it up like a mindless drone. History was about to repeat itself once more but he snapped his jaws closed in a rare show of restraint, only to faulter not a moment later. At least he could say that he'd tried.

"Shut up!" He snapped and took a step forward, his toes inches from the shore. The ice that she was standing on was thinner than she knew. "What's it to you anyway?"

He would have denied her the world if he could.

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