Wrath. ( αp ).

Mimi and Palmon exchanged a glance at each other before Mimi spoke up, turning her gaze to Timaeus.. “I only arrived here a few days ago, so I don’t think we’ll really be of much help. But, I guess we can try a to answer any questions you might have? Palmon’s more of the expert when it comes to this world.”

Palmon wasn’t all the way on board with that this strange human was saying. “Not to be mean, but couldn’t you just ask that Babydmon any questions you have?”

                Of course those were the words he was expecting to hear from the girl, but when the Palmon spoke up, he couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated at it’s vocalised doubt. He tried not to let that show, and glanced at the Babydmon. 

                ❝ Perhaps you’re right, Palmon. ❞ he paused for a second, before his golden eyes found their way back to the Palmon, and then to the girl beside it. He displayed an expression that mirrored sadness. ❝ Sorry to have bothered you both, it seems my presence has brought some form of discomfort to you.. I thought that speaking with another human would be more useful. But I was wrong. ❞ 

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     “I…I am truly sorry for what has happened,” the prince      murmured, his voice quiet as he let his gaze slowly drop.

          ❝ I don’t want your fake pity, human. ❞ he paused for a moment to consider the other’s body language. Slowly, Timaeus allowed his folded arms to fall down by his sides as his hands snaked inside of his pockets. The corner of his thin lips tugged into a smirk. Perhaps he could play a little game. ❝ You can’t even look right at me--- do I disgust you so? Or could it be, that you are afraid.. ❞ 

Theon did not expect the stranger to stay standing, but he did. In a rush the filthy creature was on him, knocking him to the ground. Theon’s breath left him, but he kept hold of the knife at the least. This wasn’t a man, but a monster. This wasn’t a mere squabble over coin, but something more, and something that set the first claws of fear up Theon’s spine.

“Fucking - cannibal - wildling,” It was the only explanation in Theon’s mind. This had to be a wildling, something from beyond the wall that found its way too near Winterfell for comfort. He drove a knee up towards the man’s ribs, and struggled to sink the knife into his side.

Something. Anything. He had to save himself.

          ❝ WILDLING--?! ❞ The beast took great offence to that. A hand found it’s way to the man’s throat, it gripped the collar of his doublet and as Timaeus stood up in a fit of rage, he managed to lift Theon up by the collar, leaving his feet to dangle a mere inch off the ground. Timaeus’ eyes were charged with fury. 

        ❝ Don’t put me on such a filthy LEVEL. I am far GREATER than some walking snowman. ❞ With those words out, he released his grip and allowed the man to fall. By now, a small gathering of bystanders watched on as their confrontation continued. Timaeus eyed these people for a moment, but decided they weren’t worth the attention. 

*waves cheeto fries*

              //I have returned! I’m going to try and get some replies done soon before I go to work.