RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
There's a pause while he watches the smoke peel from his own lips and cloud around the other man's head. The bigger, much more dangerous man. And something about it almost makes him want to snort, amused at his own stupid antics. But he doesn't get the chance to make that last foolish choice, the force with which he's shoved into the wall knocks his breath away for a moment.
The other is his height, but he seems so much taller in that moment. As the cigarette is plucked from his lips he jerks his head away, resisting the urge to bite at the hand like a mad dog. He'd already done enough damage huh, his decisions had gotten him this far, one more might get him seriously fucked. There's boiling anger behind his gaze, melting like molten lava that churns and begs to erupt. But he held it back, keeping indignant eye contact with the ascended.
He winced as the light was spat his way, expecting more pain with the next move. He's grown used to this, maybe it's what he's been after. Somehow even this is better than boring chit chat, he probably deserves this. And it get's his pulse going, shoots him full of adrenaline and that's what he craves. When the cigarette nears him his heart hitched, his eyes shooting to where it sat between the other's fingers. He struggled lightly, but kept his eyes glued there, waiting.
The other is his height, but he seems so much taller in that moment. As the cigarette is plucked from his lips he jerks his head away, resisting the urge to bite at the hand like a mad dog. He'd already done enough damage huh, his decisions had gotten him this far, one more might get him seriously fucked. There's boiling anger behind his gaze, melting like molten lava that churns and begs to erupt. But he held it back, keeping indignant eye contact with the ascended.
He winced as the light was spat his way, expecting more pain with the next move. He's grown used to this, maybe it's what he's been after. Somehow even this is better than boring chit chat, he probably deserves this. And it get's his pulse going, shoots him full of adrenaline and that's what he craves. When the cigarette nears him his heart hitched, his eyes shooting to where it sat between the other's fingers. He struggled lightly, but kept his eyes glued there, waiting.
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
