" be mad at me , not them. "
" oh violence , " a step & another , hefty , purposeful ( USUALLY SILENT ! ) head inclines towards @rottedfigs / " you should know by now i have enough to go around. " especially when it came to the safety of those he cared for --- those he looked after ! who were in the midst of the lions den with fresh blood painted on their backs. but she doesn't know , not entirely / cannot begin to fully encompass how royally fucked they are. & the words are on his tongue to make her understand , but he can't. perhaps it's easier to deal with the conflict of emotions , to narrow in than the truth.
a hand wraps around her bicep to tug / to direct , steps slowed to fall in line. there's too many eyes , too much attention. golden eyes narrow , jaw working to bite back such thinly veiled rage / worry. “ why would you risk it ? “ he already knows the answer , like looking in a mirror — two sides of the same coin. IS HE THIS INFURIATING ? she's capable , xaden knows it as sure as each breath enters his lungs ( * BUT IT'S NEVER THAT SIMPLE. ) it never is , not with her.