vurasisms:
apparently taking a hint is not a power that the werewolf possesses. his eye twitches as she sits down beside him, finishing his quiz before tucking his phone into his pocket. her annoyance has drawn inspiration. “ what would make me feel better. ” he repeats her question, fingers tapping idly against his own knee. “ SNAPPING your clavicle, for starters. ” he uses his enhanced strength to snap the arm off the bench, turns and shoves it straight into her shoulder. before she has a chance to scream, he grabs her by the arm and teleports them away. they land in an abandoned alley, the demon letting her hit the ground as he throws his head back and laughs. “ oooh, you were so right. i feel SO much better. i know i said i was going to snap something … but what can i say ? i like to improvise. ”
Jett was under the assumption she’d get a answer and maybe that would normalize the conversation a bit. She didn’t anticipate the broken bench piece to b e used against her. The sudden action of it being driven into her flesh would have gotten a scream once the feeling of the air being sucked out of her lungs lifted but he didn’t allow it. At least not till she was on her back on the ground in some dirty alley. Blood oozed from the wound she clutched a hand to it while her face twisted up in pain. Christ. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Jett questioned in a breath. Her kindness had been trampled upon like nothing but a note lost under someone’s shoe. Now she was regretting it as the pain clearly pointed out how unnecessarily naive she could be. More mad at herself or at him? The pup wasn’t sure. Despite it she sat up a bit in a half assed attempt to scoot herself backward and out of harms reach.















