He’s frustrated in more ways that one. The silence that pours from Faye is a silence he wishes to ignore, but simply can’t. His voice is much stronger than those around him, and it irritates him, tearing down his walls of manipulation and pestering, instead turning it into something much different. The annoyance that pumps through his veins when the other is around makes him go m a d. He wants a response. He wants more than a gesture. He wants cruelty thrown in his face, injustice bursting before his eyes, words ofloathing thrown into his ears.
But Fayette was silent, and while looks of anger pointed at the prince would hold him off before, his own displeasure with those closed thoughts were enough to set him off. He’d just insulted the other castle occupant before him, and of course, he was meant with a quiet throat and judging eyes. To believe his excuses or not wasn’t the question at hand, and he did not bother questioning the mute. Instead, fingers grip him from the collar in endurance, tightening his frail fingers around the cloth there, hoping to choke out a bit of air before he acted. He rises onto the tips of his feet, closing those last few inches, before lips devour the other’s with heated anger.
It is surprising and quick and not at all gentle, but the boy born of blood knows what he’s doing. Accustomed to kisses, his mouth fills the gap with trained movements. It is not smooth or delicate, but harsh and fierce like a punishment for the other, who was so innocent it almost drove him to pure insanity. When he allows their lips to disconnect, his tongue reaches out to swipe across Faye’s two ( probably swollen ) lips, before finally setting his feet onto the floor again.
“There!” he announces. ”Wallow in your silence!”
A life forced into a silence that he didn't even know wasn't
normal. Where he lived-- a place far less advanced than what
this world makes itself out to be-- had people just like him. No
existing violin strings that resided in people's throats. That
luxury of speaking was something he never had-- nor would
he would be able to experience.
He sucked it up and smiles the day away because, even if
something "bad" happened, it was in a new world that he has
yet to fully experience.
The person he came to know as Akel was one of those "bad"
things. Not that he truly hated the other's existence, but they
did irk him and make him bubble up with anger on more than
one occasion.
But.. but now he wasn't sure of what to think in a situation like
this. Shock-- anger, fury-- sadness-- betrayal. All of these
feelings crossing his features. Never has he ever felt so many
emotions at once. His chest tightened, burned, unable to
comprehend what just happened. Faye was simple-- live the
day away in peace. But he felt like that whole peaceful world
shattered in a moment because-- even if he disliked the rude
prince to some extent-- he never expected this to happen.
Not to much the gesture that offended him, but the words that
left the other's tainted lips. Wallow in your silence. Fuming. It
was all too true. How could he understand the human language
when he, himself, couldn't even speak it? How? Why? Small tears
beaded at his eyes while his cheeks burned in embarrassment
and clear frustration.
A life forced into silence.
