A Spark of Anger || Yoochun x Jinki
Yoochun growled, tangling his fingers in his hair and tugging in frustration. He thought they'd be past something so stupid and absolutely pointless. At the very least, he thought the performers here at the cirque would be past it. They had so many other things to be worried about. For God's sake they were pretty much on the run from the authorities since the cirque operated illegally. Not that he had a problem with that. It was just that he thought the threat of arrest and disbandment was a bigger threat than his sexuality--whom he chose to share /his/ bed with, whom hechose to love. Just a little.
He'd just been out for a walk when he'd been confronted. He was sure he must have heard the voice that had called out to him wrong. When he realized he hadn't, he had been frozen in shock. It had probably taken a solid minute for him to show any reaction. And then he'd felt the surge of righteous anger hit. He'd wanted to hit the man--oh how he wanted to hurt him. But he hadn't. He wasn't going to be responsible for causing a brawl. He was sure the electricity had been sparking off of him and striking the ground at his feet: his own miniature electrical storm. Though he'd been working on not letting his emotions influence his ability--and he'd come so far since when he'd first joined the cirque--he couldn't hope to do anything about it when he'd been that angry. And if he was honest, there was a part of him that didn't care, that had wanted to feel that rage. So instead of letting out his fury, he'd done the next best thing. He'd walked away. All the while, he focused his energy on ignoring the jeers and insults and slurs the cirque member had thrown at him as he'd walked away.
And here he was now, stalking back toward his cottage and doing his best not to stomp his feet like a child or destroy everything in his path. He'd opted on taking the long way back--even if it increased the chances of him running into another cirque member whilst in his black mood. There was no sense in heading back to his cottage as quickly as possible only to accidentally destroy something when he got there because he hadn't worked the anger out of his system yet. As soon as he was calm, he'd report the member to one of the cirque leaders. They'd take care of him.Until then, a furious glare was schooled onto his features and the electricity continued to spit and lash around his body.
He came to a small clearing and he couldn't help himself. Yoochun let out frustrated scream--short and to relieve tension, more of a bark. It had the impact of a punch, but didn't relieve the same amount of stress and anger an actual physical display would. So he quickly scanned the area, picking out a mid-sized stone and hurling a burst of electrical energy at it. The rock didn't shatter, though it did blacken, and Yoochun felt a bit better. He was sure that anybody walking by would take a minute to register the strange sight of the blue energy that arced around him and made some of his hair crackle and stand on end, but he didn't care. It didn't bother him so its presence didn't really matterHe collapsed on the ground, knees drawn toward his chest, and he dropped his face into his hands and growled in frustration again. It was quiet, and he could hear the electricity popping as it moved around his body, but he paid it no mind.
God dammit
