waiting room
Hazel
04-28-2024, 07:53 PM
her return draws a spiteful glare from the man, who stares down his captor through the bars of his cage like he can rend the fur from her pelt with a simple look. alas, the effects are dulled by the way his eyes snap to the meal she provides him, drool gathering around the corner of his mouth and stomach emitting yet another low rumble. "otvali, suka," he spits, voice rough with disuse. when was the last time he'd had cause to speak to anyone? but despite the harshness of his words, his gaze falls again and again to that meal, scowling as he fights the hunger urging him to give in. to accept the provisions, poison or no. to swallow his pride and fill the empty void in the pit of his stomach. "i will tell you nothing. you will let me go, or you will face the wrath of the Baranov empire." it's an empty threat; the Baranov line begins and ends with the heart beating beneath his pale chest. but she doesn't know that, and that's all that matters. "they will come for me," he continues, voice haughty as he looks down his nose. "and when they see how you have treated me, they will come for you, too." he keeps his expression bored and confident, refusing to let even a hint of fear break his façade. his ability to bullshit is the only reason he's still alive.
but then, inevitably: his stomach growls again. and those violet eyes flick to the meal at his feet and fill with sheer longing.
but then, inevitably: his stomach growls again. and those violet eyes flick to the meal at his feet and fill with sheer longing.
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