Bottle it up

*Askan* · 06-03-2020, 12:08 PM

Askan was no stranger to formalities but even then he couldn't say that he enjoyed the farce of it all. Though he'd never admit it aloud, he supposed she had a point, as fitting as it was he couldn't keep referring to her at the white bitch, mentally or otherwise. It was clear that if he didn't give her what she'd wanted she'd keep calling him Cold Feet, or worse yet come up with even more insufferable monikers. But it looped back to the fact that he didn't want to even give her an inch as she'd take a mile, she deserved nothing from him, not even a name. His resolve was firm till she uttered those two words again and he snapped, as was inevitable.

"Don't call me that you-" He didn't even have an insult prepared. His mind drew a blank as a growl rumbled in the back of his throat. And then he paused and took in a long withering breath, for every moment he spent with her he felt his will to live draining away. "Askan Selwyn" There, was she happy now?

His ear flicked in recognition of her name but he didn't notice the sultry shift in her voice. Askan was pretty obtuse when it came to these sorts of things. Instead he watched her-with some degree of disdain of course- watch him and wondered what her game was. Was she telling the truth, had she hoped for simple conversation, or was their an agenda hidden behind her glacial eyes? Probably. Strangers- not just women, mind you- couldn't always be trusted.

" I wouldn't be so mal-tempered if you weren't such a bitch." He grumbled, insistent that he had the last word on the matter.

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