all my troubles on a burning pile
He'd slipped away so effortlessly, so practiced. She hadn't hadn't noticed him take the knife, right? Rigby had made mistakes though, mistakes that left him completely fucked. For one, the importance of the item, the familiarity of it; he should've taken better note of the way she carried it, whether or not it was something she'd notice being gone. Apparently it was, because the sound of feet sprinting down the cobbled streets sent his spine tingling and a wave of adrenaline coursing through him.
Isn't this what he'd wanted? A thrill? Something close to a smile hit his face as the realization crashed over him, and he began to run.
Through the crowd, swerving and pushing past bystanders who gasps and bellowed as he past, unfortunately sure of his skills in the art of losing someone. He ducked into an alley, and that is when his second mistake came into play. Taking from an accepted was one thing, but from the god's least favorite wizards? That was a whole other story. A sudden gust of not so natural wind blew a crate into his path, and the time it took to startle and back up to go around was just the time she needed to take a fistful of his shirt.
The sudden jerk sent him stumbling back, and the arm that went back to shove her away was grabbed and twisted at a cruel angle. "Ah," he huffed, teeth grit through the sudden pain. She practically roared at him, a cat like snarl that only made him want to growl back. The pain made him angry, the anger covered his fear. He snickered and sneered if only for a second, before she bent his arm further and the ache took over.
"Ah ah ah," he winced, cut off when her voice lowered. He shot her an angry glance over his shoulder, that of a wild animal that didn't want to give in. A more dangerous beast that boiled at his core spat out, "Fuck you." Frustrated, rebellious, rash, stupid.
Isn't this what he'd wanted? A thrill? Something close to a smile hit his face as the realization crashed over him, and he began to run.
Through the crowd, swerving and pushing past bystanders who gasps and bellowed as he past, unfortunately sure of his skills in the art of losing someone. He ducked into an alley, and that is when his second mistake came into play. Taking from an accepted was one thing, but from the god's least favorite wizards? That was a whole other story. A sudden gust of not so natural wind blew a crate into his path, and the time it took to startle and back up to go around was just the time she needed to take a fistful of his shirt.
The sudden jerk sent him stumbling back, and the arm that went back to shove her away was grabbed and twisted at a cruel angle. "Ah," he huffed, teeth grit through the sudden pain. She practically roared at him, a cat like snarl that only made him want to growl back. The pain made him angry, the anger covered his fear. He snickered and sneered if only for a second, before she bent his arm further and the ache took over.
"Ah ah ah," he winced, cut off when her voice lowered. He shot her an angry glance over his shoulder, that of a wild animal that didn't want to give in. A more dangerous beast that boiled at his core spat out, "Fuck you." Frustrated, rebellious, rash, stupid.
all lit up and i start to smile
RIGBY
