the taste of blood in his own mouth was not an unfamiliar one. too many hits, too many fights, it’s nearly become habitual. when it mixed in with the taste of gravel, however ---
he had asked about his missing brother, they laughed and insulted the man in question in turn; refused to part with the answers he’s been desperately seeking for eight years --- so he fought back for it. as if the punches thrown would make them eat their own words or finally spilled the details of his sibling’s whereabouts. the cowards, as they all were, for using underhanded methods and gaining numbers against one.
“ kgh, you bastards ... ! ” cú growls, struggling to free himself from the weight of two thugs as they pinned him on the cobbled ground. a means to stay his wild aggression and directly compensate the damages with a glint of silver in the hands of another.
the crunch of new footsteps approaching, however, carrying over the weight of a large shadow had caught the attention of nearly every breathing man. for a moment, the quick paces of every action had seemingly come to a slow standstill as they walked the threshold into the alleyway. cú could hear the pounding in his head singled out, along with the careful shuffle of feet and the curse of another. eyes trained themselves upon the stranger with trepidation. anticipation.
it was then when the voices and bouts of laughter began to rise in a broken unison. words became a garble of degrading names, others dismissive warnings focused on the other --- but none coming out clearly enough for him to piece together. rather, he continued to stare at the other individual with a dumbfounded expression, speechless and unable to peel his attention away from a screaming familiarity in the man’s appearance.
but --- it couldn’t be, could it ?
“ ... ”
EVENT / / @righcuthach → @disinfectcd
