[He was ready with an answer for Mithos almost as soon as he asked, ready with more explanations about the significance of tears to their people, to their family. He was ready to explain it all as calmly as he could even though his hands and shoulders were shaking, even though the lump in his throat made it seem as though he would be unable to speak the same way he was unable to all those other times, when he didn't know how to express what he wanted because submissive silence was all he had ever been allowed.
He was going to give Mithos that chance until Frey spoke, and at that moment he could only see red.
Nothing else he said registered because he could feel the heat or rage building in him, nails digging firmly into his skin that it would be no surprise if he was drawing blood. If there was any pain to it he felt nothing, nothing except the burn in his eyes and a sense that was not quite betrayal, but was definitely more than simply 'hurt.']
How could you do that?! [His feet carry him forward, ready to launch himself toward the blonde with full force, to this man who had dared to so intimately hurt someone he cherished. It was one of the few things that was almost unforgivable to him, and the expression on his face was not enough to convey it.
For what he did to her, he wanted to see Mithos hurt—the part of himself that held to the desire for peace and acceptance was washed away for this split moment as his hands reach out with the intention of harm, the dirt and earth around them shifting and being thrown about violently in response to his emotions.] Why would you do that to her?!
BREAKING TAG ORDER EVERYWHERE yea
He was going to give Mithos that chance until Frey spoke, and at that moment he could only see red.
Nothing else he said registered because he could feel the heat or rage building in him, nails digging firmly into his skin that it would be no surprise if he was drawing blood. If there was any pain to it he felt nothing, nothing except the burn in his eyes and a sense that was not quite betrayal, but was definitely more than simply 'hurt.']
How could you do that?! [His feet carry him forward, ready to launch himself toward the blonde with full force, to this man who had dared to so intimately hurt someone he cherished. It was one of the few things that was almost unforgivable to him, and the expression on his face was not enough to convey it.
For what he did to her, he wanted to see Mithos hurt—the part of himself that held to the desire for peace and acceptance was washed away for this split moment as his hands reach out with the intention of harm, the dirt and earth around them shifting and being thrown about violently in response to his emotions.] Why would you do that to her?!