[ his gaze flicks up toward emilia at the words, but his expression remains casual, almost bored despite the wealth of emotions twisting inside of his gut.
her jaw doesn't clench, but he can feel her immediate reaction- annoyance, anger. she is eager then to make it to his brother. no, wrath is not so eager. he has no desire to watch her be anywhere near his brother. let alone near him in the sense she might marry him. that his brother might attempt to take some ownership over her (he will).
the thought makes him sick. but he smiles at her instead of the sickness twisting inside of him, the ache opening up within his chest. the smile is something wicked like the demon he is. ]
And we wouldn't want that, witch. [ he looks through the nearest window at the blood dropping down. ] Do you truly think any answers lie in the rain of blood?
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her jaw doesn't clench, but he can feel her immediate reaction- annoyance, anger. she is eager then to make it to his brother. no, wrath is not so eager. he has no desire to watch her be anywhere near his brother. let alone near him in the sense she might marry him. that his brother might attempt to take some ownership over her (he will).
the thought makes him sick. but he smiles at her instead of the sickness twisting inside of him, the ache opening up within his chest. the smile is something wicked like the demon he is. ]
And we wouldn't want that, witch. [ he looks through the nearest window at the blood dropping down. ] Do you truly think any answers lie in the rain of blood?