“UGH”
Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY | @ofnoconsequence
A vein throbbed in Vitus’s neck, a straining pull of tendon, and he resisted keeping his hands from clenching into fists. He didn’t like being touched, but he knew his place against the Chancellor, knew when to stand down. And when someone of such a higher rank found it necessary to push him against a wall for one reason or another, simply would he clench his jaw and maintain composure. So stoic that, if it were possible, he’d salute.
“Chancellor,” he said stiffly, respect mixing with vitriol, like a poison that dripped from Vitus’s tongue, coated his teeth. He didn’t think about the wrinkles in his suit beneath the grip of the man, didn’t think of being touched without permission. With higher ups, permission was expressly given, whether wanted or otherwise.
“If I have done something, you might find it easier to simply tell me than assume I can read minds.”
