you're making "the face" again.
pre-established relationship prompts, accepting! ˎˊ˗
he hates this fucking city. hates it, doesn’t know and couldn’t tell you why he came in the first place. given that the current plan is to wreck everyone’s shit, so they can be just as miserable as he is. and then what? it’s the kind of feral, anxious rage that tucks behind his teeth and makes a growl start to build in the back of his throat. he paces, paranoid in the same bloody circle every time, begins to feel like he’s trapped in it. which, of course, only makes it worse.
it’s the kind of thing that only stirs up in the worst possible times, when his nose is clean and his mind is grainy and untouched and he’s around the only person he cares to pretend for. avi. whatever he’s calling this, where he pretends to be patient and wait for the violence he’s salivating for. where he pretends to be a creature that could be tamed, and leashed, held and loved and let someone else walk all over their home. it’s a fucking joke, is what it is. avi thinks the issue is making sure he’s not going to jump out, snap his jaws and kill someone, or at least someone who’s going to fuck up whatever diplomatic shit he’s doing. césar thinks the issue is making sure he still can. like he has to prove it. being gone for two years doesn’t mean he’s not capable of another massacre, of something worse.
césar’s stewing in his own shit as avi talks up some warwick fuck he might’ve known in a dream. the face flickers like a reflection. he swears he sees yuisa, then his father, then yuisa again and the rage comes back, fierce as a flame. he approaches the pair, césar hooks his jaw over avi’s shoulder, making him impossible to ignore as he breathes in his friend’s scent. a wash of warm, and suffocating nostalgia clouds his senses. he shoves his way through it with brute force. “ ‘cmon, avi, can’t we just kill ‘em? ” that sick smile grows on his face, almost carved. it’s not directed at his friend, but instead at the wolf whose image was beginning to blur, who dared to talk to him. “ lemme’ do it. c’mon, i’ll be your best friend~ ”
