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#[ V ] ;; SOME PEOPLE FIND THIS PLACE UNSETTLING. (jonahlias ; s2.)
instituteled · 2 years
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     "Rᴇᴀʟʟʏ, Pᴇᴛᴇʀ." He's cheerful as if to counter the other man's exhaustion, and it wouldn't be too far from the truth to assume so. Oh, he noticed: and were he any kinder a man, he would suggest leaving before it became too much, whether that was just excusing Peter or following along with him: but he's not. Not even towards his own husband, and perhaps even especially. There isn't any particular reason for cruelty in this moment, it's just in his nature sometimes.
     Push and push and push until the inevitable, and then having all the gall to be upset about it. Nothing new about that game at all. It might not one Peter has the mind for right now, but if he ever did, that would the entire purpose of it, wouldn't it? And eventually there will be some retaliation, and then they're fine again. Just as always.
     "It's a little treat to myself. A snack, if you want. You cannot possibly tell me you don't like pushing people a little further into isolation to have a quick bite yourself. Don't try to fool me."
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instituteled · 1 year
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@sealone | cont.
"Hᴀᴠᴇ I apologized?" He sounds surprised, to one that doesn't know: anyone else can tell about the clear amusement, can tell how the assumption, even if correct, is a ridiculous one. He hasn't, and he won't: and he has and will. No words like that would ever come over his lips, and they both know it well, know it as sure as it's just another game that he so loves to play. No: admitting to it he won't do, but he does offer this at the very least, the treat (and threat; for what is it if not another display of just how well he knows him?) and civil manners.
They can still divorce either way. First dates are much more fun, anyway. "Mayhaps you simply came while I decided to indulge myself."
A lie, as easy woven as discarded. He doesn't drink this wine. It's not the type of aftertaste he values. He might as well have attempted to cook: as likely would that be.
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instituteled · 2 years
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@archaeval​ inquired:  hey, what’d you do that for? it was just getting good.
    "Aʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ a bit too big by now to be lurking like that?" A stupid and pointless question, he knows as much (a spider will always be a spider will always sit in her web and observe and wait) and he can be glad if she sees it as a joke rather than an insult, but annoyance is far too thick in his own features to care right now. Blood is still everywhere, wiped off with wet towels turning pink, then red, and the shirt is most definitely ruined. Not much of a loss; a temporary annoyance more than anything else, but the rashness of his own temper had gotten the better of him once again and now, cooling down from boiling blood, it felt like he maybe acted too quickly. Oh, of course, it was easy to push it onto his Archivist, even without doing anything further at all, and put that child to a proper stress test, but there simply hadn't been enough time to get a proper glimpse into that old man's brain before it splattered over the floor, and that's regrettable now. The last thing he needs is Ruby mocking him and his anger issues.
     It's hardly as if she doesn't know of his poor impulse control or tendency to violence, anyway.
    "Forgive me that your entertainment isn't quite the highest of my priorities."
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instituteled · 2 years
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@sealone | cont.
     Tʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴜsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ had come a lot of times in a lot of lives. Not from the man across him now, but any other that had ever been in his position (although they never truly were, now were they?). Sometimes with the literal words, most often not. Have you ever cared about anyone? Has there ever been anyone else in that heart of yours that's not yourself? And while he never answered that question, and never would out loud, the answer had been the same for so many years. Maybe, in a way nobody understood and that wasn't love on any level to call it such; was merely the attachment to a toy, to a pet, a certain sadness when it was gone, but nothing one couldn't move on from. Not the thought of terror and dread upon losing them: not the idea that he would surely fall into pain incomparable to anything else if something were to take the other away.
     Not until he's thought, deeply, about just how much this other man had crawled inside his mind and soul. Had made himself at home. Ironic, considering the nature of it all. Ironic, but maybe that was exactly why. Maybe that was just why it couldn't be anyone else, not ever.
     "The worst, actually." Dry words and a bleeding heart. Pounding so loud, Peter must surely hear it all the way across. "The worst, Peter."
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instituteled · 2 years
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@archaeval |  sc.
     Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ click of his tongue, and he regards the dark liquid in front of him as if it was pure ink and not some brand of herbal tea. No doubt it's not dangerous in the common sense, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was something that would loosen the tongue or something similar. Just little games between friends. Or something akin, at least. Asking her about it, or trying to know any other way would be rather useless, so he doesn't bother with it.
     "I'm surprised you get on so well with the Corruption." Not judging, not in itself. "She doesn't seem like the most conversational partner."
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instituteled · 3 years
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@enchairr​ inquired:  "you look so stern... with that look on your face you'll frighten people." from ur local menace to society
     Oʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ had to be some sort of fate. Karma, maybe even; something of sorts that is responsible for having to deal with this walking headache, strutting in much in a way as if he was in charge of this place instead, and what with the smug grin on his lips, there's a good chance this annoying punk child actually did believe so. Really, just the mere presence of this kid makes the familiar ache bloom right behind his eyebrow, throbbing in sympathetic annoyance with each word of his.
     So yes: the look on his face is most certainly not a pleased one. If it were up to him, he'd drag out every single dark thought out of that smiling face, would make him sob with twisted memories and fears, but it's a nearly impenetrable wall, adding insult to injury. Something that kid is well aware of, judging by everything else, and quite smug about it, too.
     (He might have done many things to deserve this annoying waste of space, surely; nevertheless, the anger is barely contained by his very own fake smile, and the urge to drive something through that skull.)
     "Clearly it doesn't work on you. What do you want this time."
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instituteled · 2 years
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@sealone​ inquired:  “  you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear  ”
     Hᴇ ʀᴏʟʟs his eyes, but it's hardly with annoyance. There's a certain fondness in the action, something that might not be obvious to most, but. Ah. He's known, isn't he? A rather unfortunate turn of events, but not an unwelcomed one. Strange, that, really, but there's not much to be done about the fact short of killing the man in question, and ah. That's a rather dramatic measure of it.
     Still. It holds something rather ridiculous, that sentiment. It's hardly the first time Peter has seen him a little bit more... drastic, in his approaches, even if most of it had been rather second hand sights. As is this. In all fairness, he hadn't expected the other man back for at least another two months, and although it's usually hard to truly surprise him in manners such as this, there had been so many things going on all at once, it kind of slipped past him. He can only pay attention to so many things at once, so finding him upon his return had been a rare surprise for both of them, then.
     "You've seen me like this before. You've seen me do it before." A casual statement while he wipes off the splashes off blood that managed to scatter over his face and neck, tilting to catch the glimpses of crimson in the reflection of the mirror, almost disregarding the man behind him. "Besides, it wasn't planned. Just things getting a little bit out of hand." God, it really got everywhere. How irritating.
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instituteled · 2 years
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@audaciiae | cont.
     "Oʜ, I'ᴍ quite aware you won't ever align with me. That's not what I'm going for." It's not a lie: he knows as much. It wouldn't be hard to tell, and that's fine. In truth, he's just quite annoyed that there are so many rogue elements running around the place no matter what, especially with both Ikaros' and Boris' remarkable talent for the worst potential timing, and all he really wants is some nice peace and quiet. And maybe for them to stop bothering his employees, things aren't quite... going as they should already.
     "And it's hardly about Boris, either. I'm sure whatever you see in each other is truly delightful — " A mystery he doesn't particularly care about lifting, there is not much that convince him of any redeeming qualities and he doesn't want to be. "But surely you already know that. What with thinking it already. It's probably nothing if everyone avoids you nearly as much as you do the other way."
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instituteled · 3 years
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