Octavius
Octavius waits as Koa takes in his words, ready for him to explode. He doesn't though, and Octavius is disappointed. The adrenaline from the spar is still rushing through his body, seeking an outlet. He can tell that Koa feels the same, but he represses it expertly, fists clenching tight. Then he calls Octavius pretty with a cold smile, insults him in the next sentence, and turns to walk away. For some reason, this makes Octavius even angrier than before. Octavius had practically invited him to fight again, this time on his terms, yet he refused.
"Are you really telling me you don't want to fight again? Are you not yet ready for your chance to enact vengeance? And here I thought you were confident." He knows this is low of him to say, but he just can't help himself. Something about Koa gets under his skin like no one he's met before. And he really does want to see Koa fight at his best, see if he really does have the skill to match his attitude. Octavius follows Koa as he walks away, stepping up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, pulling him around to face him again.
"Or is it that you're afraid, hm? Afraid I will beat you?" Octavius Acanthio Belefort is not a man accustomed to refusal, nor permission. If Koa clearly has the energy and will to spar again, why does he refuse? At this point, Octavius is fully aware of what he himself wants from this.
"Is it really so difficult to hit me?" Octavius says while he looks straight into Koa, flames burning behind his honey-gold eyes.
"Are you really telling me you don't want to fight again? Are you not yet ready for your chance to enact vengeance? And here I thought you were confident." He knows this is low of him to say, but he just can't help himself. Something about Koa gets under his skin like no one he's met before. And he really does want to see Koa fight at his best, see if he really does have the skill to match his attitude. Octavius follows Koa as he walks away, stepping up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, pulling him around to face him again.
"Or is it that you're afraid, hm? Afraid I will beat you?" Octavius Acanthio Belefort is not a man accustomed to refusal, nor permission. If Koa clearly has the energy and will to spar again, why does he refuse? At this point, Octavius is fully aware of what he himself wants from this.
"Is it really so difficult to hit me?" Octavius says while he looks straight into Koa, flames burning behind his honey-gold eyes.
i wake up alone, with only daytime between us
