Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

As he drew closer, he noticed how Aresenn broke their eye contact. The sign of a liar! He’s hiding something! Ears flipped back, pinning against his skull. Teeth bared, strings of saliva forming webs between his saber fangs, as he nearly descended upon the crimson male. Encircling him, the tips of their fur dancing. The manic rage simmering beneath his pelt was electrifying- dangerous and frenzied. It was true- the eyes staring back at Aresenn, didn’t belong to the brute he usually interacted with. Off screen, one might wonder- was Aresenn seeing himself in those eyes?

Laughter bubbled from his jaws- maniacal and demonic, before it abruptly ended with a snap of his jaws. “Absinth, Aurelia… Armada.” Stopping suddenly, bringing himself to a T position with Aresenn. “If you don’t confess,” Without warning, he could attempt to shove a shoulder forward into Aresenn’s ribs. Throwing his weight around, trying to intimidate him. “I’ll force it out of you.” A challenge and a threat. He wanted a confession.  

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