[ The fact that she lands without any trouble is the annoying cherry on top of the fucked-up cake, rage flaring up in his chest — his teeth baring — as her words land like daggers in his chest, composure melting away with a bark of a laugh. He's thought about this moment before, but in each fantasy, she'd been scared, not ... this. ]
Take a wild guess, [ he hisses, forgoing of course I'm fucking mad at you by some miracle (though he misses the way the shadows hum around her entirely, too focused on the fact of her and the knowledge that whatever he does will have to be quick). ] What's your fucking deal, anyway? Is this some kind of cosmic payback for one too many roofies slipped in your drink during your sorority days?
[ He takes a step closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. ]
You know, no one'll blame me for tearing you to shreds out here.
[ It's what the house wants, isn't it? With these masks, these roles. Destruction (in a fundamental misread of the other instinct the hunt is supposed to provoke) is the entire point. ]
cw ref to date rape
Take a wild guess, [ he hisses, forgoing of course I'm fucking mad at you by some miracle (though he misses the way the shadows hum around her entirely, too focused on the fact of her and the knowledge that whatever he does will have to be quick). ] What's your fucking deal, anyway? Is this some kind of cosmic payback for one too many roofies slipped in your drink during your sorority days?
[ He takes a step closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. ]
You know, no one'll blame me for tearing you to shreds out here.
[ It's what the house wants, isn't it? With these masks, these roles. Destruction (in a fundamental misread of the other instinct the hunt is supposed to provoke) is the entire point. ]
No one'll even fucking miss you.