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Well, crazy bitch it was. The twin horned chuckled low as she spat at him of what he should and should not know. The golden son was always knowing what he should not and pretending to not know that which he should. Head rose in the revelation. Course her lashing out could be because he’d guessed right. Relationship issues were not surprising in this place of constant mating and divorce, the golden reasoned with therapist objectivity. Even though he’d be the one causing a few of them soon he was sure. Then again though, with her anger at just the suggestion of it, it might not be wise to press the issue. Thranduil was a solid and fit youth, but fighting was not on the agenda today. Besides, his mother did always tell him, it’s not nice to hit girls, unless they hit you, which this one might. Then again when had the golden brute ever played nice?
Oh but when she spoke again her voice took a different tone. Gold harks lifted in interest. Ah, more favors. Yet, with that tone the golden let one hark slip back. This wasn’t the raging mare of before; she’d slipped on a smooth and controlled track. It showed a curious feature in her. The golden liked it for it actually made him lean back a bit from her. She was playing her own games now. Of course they were not to trap, entwine or deceive, just to kill, but he’d had those threats before. He liked to wave at them as they go by. “ Thanks for offering so many favors…” The golden son did hesitate and step back, he wanted her to continue. To press her advantage. Like a matador fighting a bull, wave that little red cape and the bull will back up. Only to charge again. You think, like the matador, you’re in charge, but remember who has the horns here. So the twin horned takes one small step, but still lets the smirk play across him. “…but jumping isn’t my thing.” He gave a low chuckle. “Neither is dying.”
Now, where to? Well obviously she was not in a chatty mood to say the least. The mention of the cliff though had caused him to glance towards it, and feel it press closer. Gold dusted eyes watched it carefully then looked to the roan lass. Well if she had been alone mopping about in solitude, why on earth had she chosen this spot. Why had she stood so close to the cliff herself. Body sparked with the notion. If the front door is locked try the window. “Now look darling I didn’t come to ruin your fancy dinner out.” This could be a wrong direction, but it might get you in the house at least. If the window shows a woman holding a gun to her head, best get in there a little faster.
Look. I know what you’re thinking. And you’re right, he’s not one to play savior. In fact he’s just as likely to pierce another with his own to horns. However, while the deed is curious to watch, and exhilarate to cause, the aftermath was less fun. Thranduil had learned that lesson well. His mask is all that hides the grimace. Ah! Lock those thoughts up tight. Hog tie and stuff them. Throw them in the cell and toss away the key. Eyes, reflecting the roan lass narrow slightly. Those thoughts have no place here. The gold lets his moving lips carry away the tension behind that pretty face. Head tilts to the side. “Just thought you yourself shouldn’t be standing so close to the edge.” He’d hate to be a witness in court. To call the doctor and sign the papers. Whether to commit her to an asylum or hospital made no difference. Your life may not hold worth, but the hassle your death would cause does.
OOC :: Sorry for the delay, was coming back from vacation. Also I'm post from work. =O But I had to get it in. XD
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"Let me help you with that gun"
Said the killer to the suicide
Said the killer to the suicide
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