RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
Rigby released a huff as the sharp fangs neared him, the cigarette losing his attention as his eyes were drawn elsewhere. The words were harsh and hard to understand, the beat of his own heart seemed louder for a moment. Pathetic he did hear, did understand. Fucking hell, this guy had him all figured out. His lip quivered at the words, dangerously close to a sneer for his own good.
His back hit the wall again, this time his head thumping up against rock. It hurt, pain was familiar and somewhat comforting. Whether or not he would be listening, it didn't matter. There's no option, just Rigby pressed against the cavernous walls, waiting for something to break or get bored and leave. He didn't give Nate the luxury of a confirmation, but the answer is taken from him as the man continues. Rigby just glared, brimming with a practiced malice.
Regardless of what he heard, the words being spat at him so viciously, he wasn't really listening once the cigarette grew so close to his forehead. He was focused there, defiant and expectant, flinching just before the ash met the spot between his eyes. It wasn't hot, and it didn't hurt, the soot just crumpled down his face and landed in his eyelashes. He hadn't noticed his breathing hitch, but he let out a couple ragged sighs once Nate had finished.
"Fucking prick," he grumbled. Stupid, idiot, the boy couldn't stop playing with fire.
His back hit the wall again, this time his head thumping up against rock. It hurt, pain was familiar and somewhat comforting. Whether or not he would be listening, it didn't matter. There's no option, just Rigby pressed against the cavernous walls, waiting for something to break or get bored and leave. He didn't give Nate the luxury of a confirmation, but the answer is taken from him as the man continues. Rigby just glared, brimming with a practiced malice.
Regardless of what he heard, the words being spat at him so viciously, he wasn't really listening once the cigarette grew so close to his forehead. He was focused there, defiant and expectant, flinching just before the ash met the spot between his eyes. It wasn't hot, and it didn't hurt, the soot just crumpled down his face and landed in his eyelashes. He hadn't noticed his breathing hitch, but he let out a couple ragged sighs once Nate had finished.
"Fucking prick," he grumbled. Stupid, idiot, the boy couldn't stop playing with fire.
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
