An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Hey, cool it!" the bartender warned. He was a black bat, one of the Lamb's many cultists. What was his name again, Nobre? Kallamar could never be bothered to learn names. He glowered as his hands balled into angry fists; he wasn't about to be commanded by some half-witted mortal. "Stay your hands, brother," Shamura urged calmly, gently grasping both his wrists. He had the unshakeable urge to wrench them away and strangle Shamura himself. His hands shook with pent-up fury as he desperately willed himself to calm down. "Release. Me. Now," he growled through gritted teeth. They eyed him for a moment, undoubtedly assessing his volatility, but obliged with a curt nod. "It has been an age since I've seen such fury in you. Well before Heket joined us, I'd wager." "I have several reasons to be angry, sibling," Kallamar spoke, voice quivering. He swallowed the lump that had begun to build in his throat. The bitterness and pain threatened to well up and dampen his anger. He wasn't going to allow it. He wouldn't show weakness, not now, and especially not to Shamura.
It's finally up! Been chipping away at this since the update? Can you tell what my favorite new feature is?
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback appreciated as always! I'll probably start delving into my AUs unless I get distracted by another idea. So be looking forward to those!
