kieranfox: Had Belladonna meant to scare him, his attempts are proven fruitless by the steadiness of Fox’s heartbeat. It does not fasten its pace; does not skip a beat — it does not change any more than the rest of his composure does. In human form, Belladonna hardly seems like much of a threat to the soldier. Common sense would argue that he’d be wise not to underestimate the summon, but arrogance beats the little voice of reason inside of his head. Fox is certain that the same pride is evident in his eyes, unblinking. Even from the uncomfortable angle he is coerced into.
That is not to say that he isn’t bothered by the fingers currently digging into his skin. Not fear; annoyance — yet despite it all, he cannot help but to scoff at the ridiculous command that his cold breath carries. “ So you do have a sense of humor, after all. ”
Whatever hint of amusement had sparked inside of him fades as fast as it had come. Belladonna’s wrists are jerked away by force, and within that same movement, Fox presses his hands against the male’s chest and shoves him out of the way. He’s got half the heart to simply exit, and another half filled with anger he’s got yet to release. Instead of leaving, his eyes narrow at the man in front of him; fingers curling and uncurling into a fist. “ Stay out of my way. I mean it. ”
𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, every intent to cross their quarters to his bike to prepare her to carry a bulking bag of dead weight, so to speak ( admittedly, blue eyes might have also been on the look out for a particular brunette before he departed ; but if one were to so much as breathe the word co – dependent around either of them, they’d be just as likely to lose their head ). casual in his stride as he adjusts the leather of his gloves, snug over his knuckles before they come into view ––– jace hears the voices before he sees them, truly. but the split second between one moment and the next isn’t enough for his whirring mind to formulate all the right questions. he already knows what the curl, clasp, and release of fox’s fingers means.
fleet of foot, his heels strike the floor in quick succession, ferrying him to familiar port ; fox’s side, a hand coming to rest on the other man’s shoulder in a grip so tight it borders on painful as he presses him back with a hard gaze. ❛ whatever was about to happen here––– ❜ he starts, those same eyes sweeping from fox’s face to belladonna’s. he swallows, feels a chill trickle down his spine when he catches the summon’s eyes. ❛ –––it’s not. ❜
After being shoved back, Belladonna’s seconds away from lunging, teeth bared-- but he’s brought up short by Jace’s arrival. Now there are two pairs of those awful evo-laced eyes staring at him, the stench of unnatural magic doubly thick. Something ripples underneath Belladonna’s expression, like bones shifting and muscle flexing, something much greater on the verge of breaking free.
Until, like a lion ever very politely putting its fangs away, Belladonna reins himself in. He bites back every insult he wants to spit and every threat he wants to snarl. None of them would be helpful. All of them would jeopardize his place here, and thus, Eriksa’s place here.
“My apologies, SOLDIERs First Class Keiran Fox and Jace Overstreet,” he says coolly. “I was... being obstructive. And obstinate. I cannot imagine what came over me.” He cannot look at those terrible eyes much longer, so with a delicate grimace he steps out of the doorway he was blocking, and takes his leave. He will just have to avoid them in the future; a task he will gladly undertake.
