( Wrath does not sit (he sees the gold of her eyes, the anger within her - part of her). He feels the will of her power as he did before, but it is more powerful this time. It carves its way through his very mind, and it takes more effort to resist, to push past it, to push against it. His hands rest on top of the table. He feels the anger in the command - the pain, the hurt, but the anger too.
And he pushes beyond it to remain standing.
Even still, there's something else within his being - the curse, running, pulling away from it as if it is- as if it is frightened, as if it does not know- His grip on the chair in front of him tightens as the curse reverberates inside of him, and his eyes close.
And Allison will see in turn: Sursea on his throne, waiting with a dagger in hand, for him. Ready with her curse, ready with consequences for an action his brother so recklessly took. )
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And he pushes beyond it to remain standing.
Even still, there's something else within his being - the curse, running, pulling away from it as if it is- as if it is frightened, as if it does not know- His grip on the chair in front of him tightens as the curse reverberates inside of him, and his eyes close.
And Allison will see in turn: Sursea on his throne, waiting with a dagger in hand, for him. Ready with her curse, ready with consequences for an action his brother so recklessly took. )