Venting

*Malachai* · Updated 04/30/23:

As Malachai had walked from the Hallows lands to the boneyard his anger had solidified, crystallizing into a boulder that sat heavy in his chest. He'd given everything for Grimshaw, had uprooted his whole life for him! Had stayed awake night after night to make sure Grimshaw fell asleep soundly and avoided the nightmares that had once plagued him, had been there through every single injury that had threatened his life. He'd forgiven Grimshaw for the whole fucking thing with Artorias for fuck's sakes, that was how much Malachai had wanted to be with him, had been willing too bend for him.

And. Not. Even. A. Goodbye! So yeah he was fucking pissed. He hated feeling like it was his fault, hated to think that everything he'd done hadn't been enough, not even remotely enough. He wanted to yell, wanted to tear into something! He had never been particularly good at processing his emotions, he really only knew one thing well, and that was to fight. So that was what he would do. It was all in a bid to even begin to deal with all the pain and hurt and anger. He tipped his head back, a call summoning anyone who might want to rise to meet him, his aggression was in his voice, he would not be going easy on anyone, he didn't have the emotional control to do so right now.

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