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I was starting to fucking hate demi-gods.
Like, I dunno, maybe Hototo and Mesec turned out okay because we grew up together or whatever or something. Or maybe it was a personality thing and being half-god didn’t have anything to do with it. This…this sneering judgment that was so easily plastered on the faces of half-god children.
Maybe she was just judgmental on her own?
…but I wasn’t sure. I figured you had to feel pretty superior to others to even register contempt for them, and yeah, having godsblood was enough of a foothold to give you that leg up.
I mean, it’s whatever. I don’t know the reason exactly behind the coldness in her eyes, this idea that she had the nerve to chastise me like that, like she was my Ma, like she was someone superior who knew better.
I was realizing I didn’t like Faux-to-to all that much.
In fact--fuck her.
Fuck her and the earth that birthed her, too.
*”Did it soothe whatever emotional turmoil you were in, to know that big strong you could decimate an entire ecological support structure?!"*
That thing working itself into a rampage sparked harder and brighter as she lowered her head at me like that, her eyes coming closer to judge with greater accuracy, those four, stupid-looking horns a threat of all kinds (at least, that’s how I was feeling it). I choked down the urge to spat right in her eye—and I’ll admit, it wasn’t really me that tried to suppress it, but it was you in the back of my head, begging me not to set it off, not now at least, cuz you liked her and her long legs and some gut feeling was telling you that fighting wasn’t gonna fix…fix this. Whatever this was.
So I contented myself with snorting super loudly and super sloppily, so it was kinda like spitting in her face, but not really. “Yes,” I answered her, and yeah, even I’ll admit that was pretty stupid and totally untrue but fuck her and her sense of justice for tiny rocks.
“Now here’s what you’re gonna do,” I growled, and if I were a furrier thing with paws instead of hooves, my fangs would be glowing in the cavern light, “You’re gonna get out my face like this and step the fuck out of my way so I can leave, cuz I’m done here,” I explained—slowly, clearly, but still in that growl, that menacing promise of a thing, “And you’re gonna do it quick, too. ‘Fore I decide to soothe my emotional turmoil all upside your head.”
"talk"
Like, I dunno, maybe Hototo and Mesec turned out okay because we grew up together or whatever or something. Or maybe it was a personality thing and being half-god didn’t have anything to do with it. This…this sneering judgment that was so easily plastered on the faces of half-god children.
Maybe she was just judgmental on her own?
…but I wasn’t sure. I figured you had to feel pretty superior to others to even register contempt for them, and yeah, having godsblood was enough of a foothold to give you that leg up.
I mean, it’s whatever. I don’t know the reason exactly behind the coldness in her eyes, this idea that she had the nerve to chastise me like that, like she was my Ma, like she was someone superior who knew better.
I was realizing I didn’t like Faux-to-to all that much.
In fact--fuck her.
Fuck her and the earth that birthed her, too.
*”Did it soothe whatever emotional turmoil you were in, to know that big strong you could decimate an entire ecological support structure?!"*
That thing working itself into a rampage sparked harder and brighter as she lowered her head at me like that, her eyes coming closer to judge with greater accuracy, those four, stupid-looking horns a threat of all kinds (at least, that’s how I was feeling it). I choked down the urge to spat right in her eye—and I’ll admit, it wasn’t really me that tried to suppress it, but it was you in the back of my head, begging me not to set it off, not now at least, cuz you liked her and her long legs and some gut feeling was telling you that fighting wasn’t gonna fix…fix this. Whatever this was.
So I contented myself with snorting super loudly and super sloppily, so it was kinda like spitting in her face, but not really. “Yes,” I answered her, and yeah, even I’ll admit that was pretty stupid and totally untrue but fuck her and her sense of justice for tiny rocks.
“Now here’s what you’re gonna do,” I growled, and if I were a furrier thing with paws instead of hooves, my fangs would be glowing in the cavern light, “You’re gonna get out my face like this and step the fuck out of my way so I can leave, cuz I’m done here,” I explained—slowly, clearly, but still in that growl, that menacing promise of a thing, “And you’re gonna do it quick, too. ‘Fore I decide to soothe my emotional turmoil all upside your head.”
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
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