[ Yes, Basch would never hurt him, but when he’s transformed—
He’s hurt someone else he never would have hurt. But he doesn’t get a chance to protest, not before the Priest’s attention is taken again. Anger flares, and underneath it the guilty bile of jealousy. He hates himself for it. He has no claim on this man. But his frustration at the intrusion is warranted, and he can’t keep all of his boiling blood under control.
It’s so easy to step between Olivine and the crowd, even if his hand reaches for a sword that hasn’t been there in months. Fine. He doesn’t need it. Olivine doesn’t want this, and he’s large and assertive. That’s all that matters. ]
The Holy Father asked for space. Will you disrespect him so?
[ he sees their wary faces, their momentary pause to this obstruction, their attention already back on olivine. He’s too far gone to temper his thoughts. All he knows is this is madness, and leaving olivine here is worse than leaving him alone in the woods. ]
With me [ he growls, hand closing on Olivine’s wrist. He winced, the limb slender and delicate, the action to aggressive. He slides his hand further down, closing around the other’s and pulling him single mindedly away from here. ]
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Date: 2024-04-23 04:30 am (UTC)He’s hurt someone else he never would have hurt. But he doesn’t get a chance to protest, not before the Priest’s attention is taken again. Anger flares, and underneath it the guilty bile of jealousy. He hates himself for it. He has no claim on this man. But his frustration at the intrusion is warranted, and he can’t keep all of his boiling blood under control.
It’s so easy to step between Olivine and the crowd, even if his hand reaches for a sword that hasn’t been there in months. Fine. He doesn’t need it. Olivine doesn’t want this, and he’s large and assertive. That’s all that matters. ]
The Holy Father asked for space. Will you disrespect him so?
[ he sees their wary faces, their momentary pause to this obstruction, their attention already back on olivine. He’s too far gone to temper his thoughts. All he knows is this is madness, and leaving olivine here is worse than leaving him alone in the woods. ]
With me [ he growls, hand closing on Olivine’s wrist. He winced, the limb slender and delicate, the action to aggressive. He slides his hand further down, closing around the other’s and pulling him single mindedly away from here. ]