If death is my tahlmorra then I accept it. It's a damn sight better than hanging around as bitter, self-centred ku'reshtin whose own arrogance got himself killed!
::recoils more because of the unexpectedness of the blow than because it really hurts, and reacts almost instinctively, grabbing Thom's arm and spinning him around, shoving him against the wall and holding him there with an arm against his throat::
::hissing:: Right now you're worse than Ihlini to me, and that's something I never thought I'd have to say.
You want to play at being strong? I've known boys stronger than you are where it really matters. Your magic may be powerful but you're nothing where it counts, Thom.
::stays where he is and speaks again, a challenging note entering his voice::
::coldly:: Why? Does it mess up the twisted way you like to see the world? Does having someone actually care about what you feel or what happens to you spoil your perception of everyone being completely self-involved ku'reshtin who don't care for anyone but themselves? Maybe you like to think like that, but you can't hide from the truth forever.
You know, that's a very pretty speech, Cat, but no-one ever means those words. ::He points to the door::
So I'd be...obliged...if you'd take your lies, and your nice little ideals, and get them the fuck out of my room and back to your castle in the clouds, where the pack of you belong.
::abruptly, a blurring void is where Brennan was, and when it clears, there is a large black mountain cat instead of a man. It stalks slowly towards Thom::
'What do you know of sincerety? What do you know of anything besides your own problems, your own little world where everything is anyone's fault but yours?'
::He is between Thom and the door, and even Sleeta is beginning to look worried::
::sounding almost amused:: 'No, that would be my rujholla.'
::mockingly:: 'What's wrong, Thom? I thought you preferred people to be ku'reshtin, to hurt you, to reaffirm your belief that everyone is against you.'
::lowers his head, opening his mouth and resting his fangs against Thom's throat::
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 11:15 pm (UTC)::balls up a fist and hits Brennan::
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:18 pm (UTC)::hissing:: Right now you're worse than Ihlini to me, and that's something I never thought I'd have to say.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:23 pm (UTC)::hisses:: I have a knack for it.
Get your hands the fuck off me.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:26 pm (UTC)Lir-
::sharply:: No, Sleeta. This is my business, not yours.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 11:31 pm (UTC)::stays where he is and speaks again, a challenging note entering his voice::
You really think you can beat me?
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:37 pm (UTC)Everything that really matters.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:41 pm (UTC)If that's everything that matters, I'm sorry for you.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:44 pm (UTC)I don't want your fucking pity.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 11:54 pm (UTC)So I'd be...obliged...if you'd take your lies, and your nice little ideals, and get them the fuck out of my room and back to your castle in the clouds, where the pack of you belong.
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Date: 2004-09-17 11:58 pm (UTC)::abruptly, a blurring void is where Brennan was, and when it clears, there is a large black mountain cat instead of a man. It stalks slowly towards Thom::
'What do you know of sincerety? What do you know of anything besides your own problems, your own little world where everything is anyone's fault but yours?'
::He is between Thom and the door, and even Sleeta is beginning to look worried::
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 12:02 am (UTC)'Oh? And what exactly would that be?'
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'No, Sleeta.'
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:04 am (UTC)There's no such thing as sorry.
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:09 am (UTC)::leaps gracefully and pushes Thom to the floor, pinning him with one paw on his chest and the other at his throat, flexing his claws::
'Very. Bad. Move.'
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:13 am (UTC)Bastard.
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:19 am (UTC)::mockingly:: 'What's wrong, Thom? I thought you preferred people to be ku'reshtin, to hurt you, to reaffirm your belief that everyone is against you.'
::lowers his head, opening his mouth and resting his fangs against Thom's throat::
'I'd have thought you'd be used to this.'
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:25 am (UTC)Vulnerability isn't a look he wears well; somehow it always looks like a challenge. Like it says --
Push me.
But what he says, softly, is:: Go on. Prove me right.
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Date: 2004-09-18 12:27 am (UTC)- licks him::
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