take my eyes || sunny || r.e. espada, charlotte
There’s something about all this that simply doesn’t rub Sunny right. Maybe it’s the fact that Bungle voted for Arthur. Maybe it’s the fact that yet another person is aiming for Arthur at all with their murder plans with Irezumi involved, and he’s finally had enough. He may not have a lot in him, but by god, he’s got enough in him to make this count.
Sunny pulls a book out of his pocket, and privately, behind his podium, there’s a pleasant flash of blue light that illuminates his face. It doesn’t last long, but by the time it’s done, Sunny’s up on his feet, and with a shunk, a knife about a hands breadth ;ong and a bit wide is stabbed into the top of the podium.
He stands, an elbow resting on the wood with one hand gripping the handle, as he stares at Espada with every ounce of hatred in his body.
“So, I’d like you t'consider what your fate is after all this shit is sorted.
"I’d like you all, actually, t'consider what the fuck it is you all think you’re doing, consistently, constantly, and seemingly unendingly threatening Arthur.
"Take a moment. Consider your futures in this rite. I may look like I’m falling apart, but I tell you fucking what, if you consider threatenin’ either Arthur or Irezumi, I’ve got your goddamn number. There’re better targets here to seek.
"And for you, Espada. If, by some goddamn miracle this isn’t you, an’ someone else takes the blame, either I’ll have your head or someone else will.
"My magic might be bullshit. It might be garbage in th’ face of every other obscene power y'all possess. But don’t think for a second I can’t kill you with my bare fucking hands. You touch Arthur, you’re not gonna have t'worry about some goddamn woman in a blindfold tellin’ you what your fate’s gonna be. It’s gonna be me. And I won’t show any mercy.”
He takes a second, stands back upright and leaves the knife in, maintaining that furious scowl.
“So. Moving on. Charlotte, is it? Beautiful name. Shame we haven’t had more'a a chance to chat before all this.”
…His lips curl into some faint, disingenuous smile.
“Sure hope you aren’t actually th'one who did this.”
