ā” ļ¹ TRAVIS ļ¹ AURELIA ļ¹ don't yell at me.
before he could catch the words , āā i'm not fuckin' yelling at you ! āā unraveled around a tongue that could be so poisonous. AND EVEN WORSE , the decision to raise his volume even higher for the statement that followedā āā this is me yelling ! āā in an attempt to combat her much quieter request , and maybe even prove some sort of point. BECAUSE IN THIS MOMENT , with the blood in his veins feeling uncomfortably hot [ ... ] @aaurelia's words felt more like a threat. a warning to watch his tone āā or else. that or else ( whether it was real or imagined ) could so quickly trigger his fight or flight.
and suddenly he would feel the way his heart was pounding violently against every bone within his ribcage like thunder [ ... ] the sweat on his palms as his tightly balled fists came undone to realize knuckles had grown sore from the clench. HOW LONG HAD THEY BEEN CLENCHED ? he'll stare at her for a long and silent moment , before lips that had been left parted once again spoke. āā i'm not fuckinā i'm not trying to yell at you. āā












