I take everything seriously,
The 'interview' (interrogation) had gone worse than he'd been expecting. Instead of accepting his testimony and the written reports of the witnesses, they'd chosen to ignore everything. If he didn't know any better, he'd think they'd been doing it on purpose just for an excuse to throw some punches at the chained-up drunkard. But what kind of people did that?! Fighting was supposed to be to defend people, not get some sick joy out of causing others pain. Sure, the man hadn't made the best choices, but he should be put on trial not tortured.
He needed some air. Or he might say, or do, something he'd regret.
Taking a deep breath, Zavien stepped out of the Needle onto the street. The fresh sunlight on his face immediately had his eyes closing and he paused a moment to absorb the heat, wishing it to evaporate his negative emotions. Yet all it did was cause him to crash into someone, jostling his steps and disrupting his attempts at regulation. His initial desire was to lash out in anger. He even opened his eyes with a prepared glare, his jaw clenched to keep from saying some choice words, a growl slipping past.
Then every impulsive response vanished from his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Before him stood Flora. And he'd just tumbled into her.
Reaching out his arm, he was prepared to steady her if needed as he mumbled apologies under his breath. "Sorry." and "Didn't see you." along with "My fault." and "I apologize." The usual blush that would have lit his face didn't come up, his frustration still too fresh to leave much room for the polite emotion, but he still had the good sense to look regretful.
He needed some air. Or he might say, or do, something he'd regret.
Taking a deep breath, Zavien stepped out of the Needle onto the street. The fresh sunlight on his face immediately had his eyes closing and he paused a moment to absorb the heat, wishing it to evaporate his negative emotions. Yet all it did was cause him to crash into someone, jostling his steps and disrupting his attempts at regulation. His initial desire was to lash out in anger. He even opened his eyes with a prepared glare, his jaw clenched to keep from saying some choice words, a growl slipping past.
Then every impulsive response vanished from his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Before him stood Flora. And he'd just tumbled into her.
Reaching out his arm, he was prepared to steady her if needed as he mumbled apologies under his breath. "Sorry." and "Didn't see you." along with "My fault." and "I apologize." The usual blush that would have lit his face didn't come up, his frustration still too fresh to leave much room for the polite emotion, but he still had the good sense to look regretful.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
