you will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. @kkythira
in all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with. thomas had been told this once, had understood it as a matter of principle ; violence beget violence, as a pacifist was wont to say, and he -- who wanted to give a pacifist nothing -- would at least give them that . he was a violent man, raised by violent men, who had been raised by violent men themselves, and so to think of love and violence as one was nothing. it was intertwined, forever, as one could only lead to the other when you were cut from his cloth . it was why, he had reasoned, it was best to stay out of the business entirely, and he clenched his jaw at her, indignant, knowing her to be right and knowing, too, he’d never quite done enough to stop it .
it was foolish, of course, to have a weakness . all one needed to do was find that, and then what became of a violent man after that ?
ashes, bones, dust . he knew that well enough .
❝ that so ? ❞ he asked, accent thick, tone dismissive, though he wasn’t daft . he wasn’t thick . he just could not, as he decided long ago, be frightened anymore . you will always fall in love. he lit a cigarette and took a drag. he had loved, as stupid as that was . and it will always be like having your throat cut . it had been . just that fast .
❝ and what if, ❞ he asked, voice drawling out long, lazy but calculated . ❝ someone’s tried to cut my throat before ? ❞ he stared at her, unblinking, and he lifted his hand to slash a finger across himself. ❝ . . . would’ve failed, wouldn’t they have ? ❞