Well, so much for Desire’s good humor. Sadly, he was physically no match for Declan’s strength even when gently used, so he found his hand pulled away. He sat up in turn as well, mostly so that he could turn a slightly sour look upon the Guardian in exchange for his concern.
“Like hell I do,” he snorted. “It’s better to me than the shit the old woman had ‘Aoba’ take, but no, I don’t.”
Desire sighed then, gaze going sideways as he twisted his hand in Declan’s grip, experimentally. “I’m better than I’ve ever been, and I’m every bit ‘me’ that I’ve always been. And here I was, thinking you and I were going to get along just fine. I could hurt you,” he added at the last, golden eyes snapping back to Declan’s. “Should we find out?”
He shifted his tone, then. Hard to say if he really was of a mood to hurt anyone right now, but if he could read the Titan like he just had, then he could make him obey, too. Just enough to make a point.
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“Like hell I do,” he snorted. “It’s better to me than the shit the old woman had ‘Aoba’ take, but no, I don’t.”
Desire sighed then, gaze going sideways as he twisted his hand in Declan’s grip, experimentally. “I’m better than I’ve ever been, and I’m every bit ‘me’ that I’ve always been. And here I was, thinking you and I were going to get along just fine. I could hurt you,” he added at the last, golden eyes snapping back to Declan’s. “Should we find out?”
He shifted his tone, then. Hard to say if he really was of a mood to hurt anyone right now, but if he could read the Titan like he just had, then he could make him obey, too. Just enough to make a point.
“Let go of me.”