[ Sneering, showing teeth, Dom's glare only intensifies with frustration, hurt, anger that keeps boiling everything else away. Julian is here, he's trying to steal his prey, he even brought a weapon with the sole purpose of hurting one of his coven mates, and now he's throwing that back in Dom's face with mockery.
The attempted punch is stopped with bizarrely fast reflexes, hand held down above Julian's head in the grass. Dom barely stops himself from lunging at his throat again, eyes wild and nostrils flared. ]
I will, then.
[ And he forcibly brings the ring to his mouth, biting hard into Julian's fist. He doesn't even care if he makes contact with the silver. ]
no subject
The attempted punch is stopped with bizarrely fast reflexes, hand held down above Julian's head in the grass. Dom barely stops himself from lunging at his throat again, eyes wild and nostrils flared. ]
I will, then.
[ And he forcibly brings the ring to his mouth, biting hard into Julian's fist. He doesn't even care if he makes contact with the silver. ]