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06-11-2017, 02:08 PM
He could pour every vice from his soul straight into his hatred of Kid(as if he doesn't already do that) and it would never be enough. His brother, the child, the wanna-be prince that he's never once seen make an attempt towards anything other than getting fucked in the ass by anyone and everyone, is going to be the source of his rage until he dies.
Kid manages to disappoint and infuriate him that much, and at the idea of pummeling him into the ground, listening to him to say that he would've managed to miss him, it brings a smile to his face. It comes across with the slide of a hand and with the smallest warnings. It burns a chuckle out of his throat as his eyes shut into a somewhat relaxed yet still tense posture as his head cranes up, drawing more out of it until it finally blossoms into a deep-chested laugh.
"Nem hagyhat ki valakit, akit nem érdekel." comes out as his breath shallows itself back into the usual, taking a few seconds after his outburst, barely retaining his previous voice. The need to laugh is still there, and while Zhu is notorious at being able to hide and control his emotions, that there is nothing something he can get a good grip on.
If you were to really pay attention, with your ears as forward as they'll go and your attention heart set on him, you might catch the little chuckles that hum into existence within his mouth, ringing against the back of jagged teeth. He can't stop, his smile blossoming further as his eyes go into a squinted mess as yet another out burst finally comes.
He probably looks like an idiot, but enough time around Hobgoblin in his warlord phase has made him where there is never enough fucks to give, if any.
Kid throws a command out. To Zhu's ears, it sounds childish, squeaking voice and upset feelings ringing in the tone. Not that it really is, because in actuality, it's enough to win him something special.
The man turns his head around to meet his lesser brother in the eyes, whites locked with the mocking colour of pink, barely stoic as his brows lift into a taunting position. His smile has ditched some, but it's still there, smug as ever. "Nem hallgatok szajhák."
He yanks himself away like he doesn't want to touch him, finding the gait in his steps again and making a slow beeline into the trees, mind centered on what exactly he's going to do when he frees himself from here. There's his mother, probably in the Throat, doing whatever she does with her time now, and then there's maybe his father, probably fucking everything on four legs and now a new hoard of children that he's got to be around, their minds diluted to believe that he actually enjoys their company when only one receives that pleasure. The idea of Tyrath makes his lip curl in and his brows tense.
Találom, látni fogom. He thinks over the sound of Kid's voice, reminding him that Sikeax misses him. Of course she does. He's not stupid. Past the muscle tone and the brutality driven by ruthlessness and an itch he's not particularly good at scratching without hate, there's a brain that works surprisingly well. It's just that it prefers to sit and watch as his body makes the best of a situation.
A quick debate occurs over whether or not he should leave it unanswered, the quiet trying to make a sickening feeling happen as Zhu keeps his work up, muscles rolling under the dark as his pace gradually increases, hidden behind the fact that each one results in some small extension of the next. Hopefully Kid will get the hint and fuck off, but there's no good chance of that.
He's almost free of it all too when it happens. While Kid might just be talking out of his ass(that one hole seems to do everything for him these days), it can't help but hit the right cord. The abrupt stop lurches his body forward, tenses his muscles up so that they bunch and coil beneath his skin. His mouth morphs into something of hate, but...
Hot air burns the soft texture of his lips as he sighs, shoulders laxing as his head drops down. Yea, pummeling Kid into the ground seems perfect right now, but there's better ways to do it. Zhu knows that his brother will never work to better himself in battle, and with a small pinch of patience that his mother has taught him about, he decides waiting will win him the match.
Maybe then he can kill him. stomp him into the earth and tear him to shreds til there is nothing left to be found of him.
Even the mere thought of it pleases him, but he's careful to make sure it's not known. His face goes gradually stoic through his thinking process.
"Ha én vagyok, nem érdekel." It's true, because those sort of things don't matter to him when his body can pull himself out of situations. Zhu was not born with the intentions to be wise and all-knowing, Sikeax has already done that if anything, with a firm mindset that knows far too well, so Zhu must play the other part.
Except, he feels as if it makes his father proud to know that his true firstborn, the one that deserves it if anything else, is going to be the most prosperous through war.
