01-15-2020, 07:39 PM
I’ve never been a misfit in my life, Draco thinks, staring down the gun barrel that is Rebelle’s face. He grins now, grins because this is who he has always been. Grins because this self-destructing side of him feels so goddamn good that he feels invincible. Grins because the pair carry the exact same kind of abandoned desperation.
Except Draco won’t give Belle that kinship; no, he won’t, and he will simply just pluck hers from her mind. They are the same and he relishes it. Relishes in knowing he never has to tell her just how much he knows. Relishes this power and this might and this evil he gets to sit in. It is not just cruelty anymore—no, Draco thinks he might not have a single good quality to him, and doesn’t that make one evil?
“Oh, goodness, no. I control fear, can’t you tell? You’ll never see that kind of base of emotion from me.” He lies, of course. He used to feel fear all the time; and now, when he is alone, he hears it loud and beating in his ears. He feels it in the rush of his veins.
It does not initially register that Belle has bitten him; but when his skin begins to singe, Draco lifts his head to peer irritably down at his poisonous companion.
“What a neat little trick you’ve got. Did you expect me to like it? Was this a failed attempt to teach me a lesson?”
@[Rebelle]
Except Draco won’t give Belle that kinship; no, he won’t, and he will simply just pluck hers from her mind. They are the same and he relishes it. Relishes in knowing he never has to tell her just how much he knows. Relishes this power and this might and this evil he gets to sit in. It is not just cruelty anymore—no, Draco thinks he might not have a single good quality to him, and doesn’t that make one evil?
“Oh, goodness, no. I control fear, can’t you tell? You’ll never see that kind of base of emotion from me.” He lies, of course. He used to feel fear all the time; and now, when he is alone, he hears it loud and beating in his ears. He feels it in the rush of his veins.
It does not initially register that Belle has bitten him; but when his skin begins to singe, Draco lifts his head to peer irritably down at his poisonous companion.
“What a neat little trick you’ve got. Did you expect me to like it? Was this a failed attempt to teach me a lesson?”
@[Rebelle]
hitch a ride on my violence