#heartspotted

to assume him a man of emotions -- that is, if one were to assume him a man at all to begin with -- would be a folly. emotions fell dead in the face of the absence of vitality, the essence that made humans breathe and live that were so glaringly absent within them.

they were not human. they were much more than that, yet also so much more less.

which then begged the question of whether or not there was any ounce of sincerity in apple's supposed declaration of love, though one could argue that in the eyes of everyone (including the two now facing one another) that knowing apple, it was a worry that was for naught. yet, they said there was a fine line between love and hate -- who was to say he hadn't yet threaded that line, if he hadn't the slightest clue of the nuances and the intricacies of a sentiment so delicate and tender that was lost to him?

was it similar to the devotion he held for his queen? something in his gut told him otherwise, but that was neither here nor there. the true issue now brought before him was determining how he regarded the shorter male, and if he were to be honest all he could muster leaned more towards animosity.

❝ she doesn't take kindly to that epithet, ❞ he stated simply, his words just like before yet again devoid of any sentiment, and made no initiative in correcting jack. everyone knew his queen by that title, himself perhaps more so than everyone else -- referring to cancer as nothing but the common cold does not alter its lethality in any way, and so he saw no point in beating around the bush if calling her anything but evil wouldn't hide away her true nature.

apple scoffed and took a few steps forward, closer once again to jack, after he left his radius of proximity. although he had to admit that he wasn't particularly fond either of propinquity and displays of affection, it appeared that jack had greater distaste for it than he did, especially if it came from apple himself.

and who was he to deny the delectable treat presented before him?