Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 14:34:50 GMT
There’s a fine line between annoyance and anger — and Luke has crossed it too many times to count. He’s been an inhabitant of the city for nearly three years, working his way through the Omega Five system, and for three years he’s been the government’s playtoy. They put a gun in his hand and told him to to shoot, slipped some brass rings over his knuckles and told him to swing. And for the horseman of war, he’s awfully tired of fighting.
But now, standing behind a chattering woman in line for a coffee, his fingers are itching for a bone to splinter. She’s been talking on the phone for what seems like hours, about friends and lovers and backstabbing, and Luke wants to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze just long enough to shut her up. But that demonsruin magnet in his neck is particularly painful today, and he’s not in the mood for electrocution. So he stays quiet.
His temper is always on high, strung out like a clothesline across too many balconies. Luke hasn’t known a day where he’s ever been relaxed, where he hasn’t wanted to fight, to strangle, to hurt. He’s trying to be better. He’s trying to be kind. He’s always been the least understanding of his siblings. Even his sister Death — she knows kindness. She knows mercy.
But this woman isn’t shutting up — and Luke is ready to fight. He’s about to tap her on the shoulder and tell her to shut her mouth when the person behind him in line bumps into him — and he snaps. Whirling around, he plants both hands on the second person’s chest and shoves, quite literally snarling at them. “Watch it!” He shouts, a new burst of energy filling his veins.
@open;; hey hey feel free to jump in!!
But now, standing behind a chattering woman in line for a coffee, his fingers are itching for a bone to splinter. She’s been talking on the phone for what seems like hours, about friends and lovers and backstabbing, and Luke wants to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze just long enough to shut her up. But that demonsruin magnet in his neck is particularly painful today, and he’s not in the mood for electrocution. So he stays quiet.
His temper is always on high, strung out like a clothesline across too many balconies. Luke hasn’t known a day where he’s ever been relaxed, where he hasn’t wanted to fight, to strangle, to hurt. He’s trying to be better. He’s trying to be kind. He’s always been the least understanding of his siblings. Even his sister Death — she knows kindness. She knows mercy.
But this woman isn’t shutting up — and Luke is ready to fight. He’s about to tap her on the shoulder and tell her to shut her mouth when the person behind him in line bumps into him — and he snaps. Whirling around, he plants both hands on the second person’s chest and shoves, quite literally snarling at them. “Watch it!” He shouts, a new burst of energy filling his veins.
@open;; hey hey feel free to jump in!!
