@crownedpriince
Cold interior, shudders over the spine of the Cincinnati native. The silence of his nearby surroundings, eerie to some. But to him, it allows for a moment of tranquillity, a sense of rare peace that he’s taken advantage of in the past. He’s used to being on high alert, on the edge of his non existent seat…Constantly, force of habit. He can’t drop it, it’s instilled in him like the killer instinct belonging to a predator..Without it. He’s not the same, and with a mind such as his remaining true to himself, it’s a rarity the man wants to keep. Doesn’t mean that he can’t enjoy the quiet every now and then though, silence soothing him like slipping into a warm bath. The peace, even for a moment is like ecstasy coursing through his veins. Orbs slamming shut, gently, delicately as the relaxation washes over the current champion. It’s almost too good to be true……
His eyes crinkle upwards, as they register the all too familiar sound..That laugh, Waluigi level of annoyance. Eyes instantly open, darting directly at the figurehead moving down the corridor. The sight of the very man, that’s stabbed him in the back, shattering mostly all trust he could ever possess. The disdain literally oozing off of Dean’s point of view, as Seth darts himself down towards him. Eyes lock, as his narrow. Heavy hand drives into Seth’s frame, stopping him straight in his tracks. Ambrose’s bloodlust, and hatred for the other wanting to escape. What would beating Seth to a bloody pulp solve at this point though, aside from granting Dean satisfaction. Mind focuses on what his next move should be, if anything, that’s reason alone to go through with it.
Mindgames, it’s time to play. A smirk plants itself on Dean’s features, as he sways back and forth slightly. His grip remaining on Seth’s shoulder, gripping down slightly. “….You’re a sight for sore eyes, Seth.” Smirk grows wider, as he pushes his hand off of his former brother. Sending him back slightly. “Goin’ somewhere? Venturin’ to team blue for a reason scumbag?” Eyes slightly divert down south, focusing on the man’s injured knee, held together with a brace. “Figured, for a moment. I actually forgot the puppy was hurt. You’re a joke now, a shadow of your former self. You don’t belong here Seth.” It’s a target, if anything that’s exactly what he’d go for. Smash himself down to Seth’s level, embrace the dirt and filth. Be exactly who he’s supposed to be. Mad.
