𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。 。 。
𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝: 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 。
anonymous: ❝ can you just kill iago already? ❞
𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 。 。 。 Narrowed, golden eyes roll deep & slow into his skull. The congregation might as well be made up of circus monkeys with the way they behave at times.
Were the question about anything else in the world, Puck might've been amused by the boldness. Now, he can only find amusement in the blood spray that will follow his ax coming down on their head.
The measured display of his irritation is followed by the swift motion of his hand snatching the Bhaalist by the throat, claws pricking their skin. He yanks them close enough to spit in their face, a snarl forming on his lips.
But then his disdain wavers & morphs into something more pensive as he glares down at them.
❝ . . . You would make an excellent candlestand, ❞ he muses aloud, humming thoughtfully. ❝ & I know just the place to keep your head, too. ❞ @accultant