Her words are harsh, and Dread snatches the bottle. Kills what's left of it, immediately turns for another. Hackles still up. Movements stiff and jerky, he's trying to drown something. He's trying to drown the little voice in his head that says all the wrong things when he looks at her for her too long, when the light hits her just right. Trying to shut it up, relentless as it is. Fuck. The proximity is dizzying, it's too much-- it's not enough.
Unusually predatory as he closes in on Deluge, circling her, still seething. "You go off-- you go off for days, to fuck knows where," Dread's voice starts low in his chest, creeping up through his throat. Gaze stormy. "And you come back smelling like you did more than just scouting," tone dripping venom, lip lifting to reveal glistening canine teeth. Looming over her shoulder. Tense, teeth a breath away from her cheek. Her jaw. Unusually aggressive, but the alcohol had melted much of the seal that kept him carefully composed.
"What the fuck, Deluge?" His voice dropping, brassy. Dread's composure ebbed away as he loomed over her, threat palpable on him. She's his.
Bard
