[Theo catches it coming just a few seconds before absolute tragedy, arms down to block the heel before contact is made - but the force is still there, stealing the mirth from his expression and tightening it to something defensive. His gaze is downward, gripping at Oliver's ankle with both hands, fingertips of which are ashen as if scraped through a fireplace, pointed nails indenting the skin.
Tension. He could hurt him. He could yank him off balance. Instead he shoves his foot back toward him, straightening up, this time to full height as his features meld away and bright blue eyes cover darkened, sharp ones and his smile is all show, no depth.]
Wow, you're being a total bitch right now.
[It's hard to swallow that there's an Oliver that doesn't give a shit about lashing out. His Oliver would still happily elbow him but there's... there's always been something under it. Theo hates that hollow space in his chest that's there now, gripping at the scraps of something that's no longer present.
How do you say "Yeah, it's your magic. Last time I met you, you weren't such a cow" without...]
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Tension. He could hurt him. He could yank him off balance. Instead he shoves his foot back toward him, straightening up, this time to full height as his features meld away and bright blue eyes cover darkened, sharp ones and his smile is all show, no depth.]
Wow, you're being a total bitch right now.
[It's hard to swallow that there's an Oliver that doesn't give a shit about lashing out. His Oliver would still happily elbow him but there's... there's always been something under it. Theo hates that hollow space in his chest that's there now, gripping at the scraps of something that's no longer present.
How do you say "Yeah, it's your magic. Last time I met you, you weren't such a cow" without...]
Don't kick me. Use your words.