( con't. ) // @ilfateds
gaining control of the underground syndicate had been easy enough, but as always, keeping control over jouno was another thing entirely. his mission partner seemingly having far too much fun tormenting both those in charge of the operation, and those forced to conform to rules made by the administration they had demolished. waving around his threats with an ease that made his eye twitch, fingers habitually falling to the hilt of his sword, ready. there would only be so much he could listen to before the threats started to sound like promises. “ jouno, ” tone direct, a warning. tetchou stepped forward and took his place at his side, casting a look of good counsel to him, that he was sure he would perceive by the words that followed, alone. “ stop playing with them, you made your point already. ”
ㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒎 space, thundering pulses and beaded sweat a blight upon his senses. the whimpers of the beings before him fills the hunting dog with both jubilation and disgust. the threads of power wove tightly in his hand, a call for pennant justice that he could so easily begin to dish out ( fillet the skin, crack the bones, harm the mind ) were it not for his obnoxiously upright partner tightening his grip on his proverbial leash. the second his deep tenor permeates the air between them, jouno's shoulders go rigid, the saber in his hand twitching enough to nick the sensitive skin of the criminal on his knees before him. the scent of copper fills the air - though it is only a droplet, and jouno scoffs his annoyance.
ㅤㅤㅤyet, he sheaths his blade all the same, removing the heel of his boot from a crushed wrist, and tilts his head up towards the taller man, delicate features narrowed with aggravation. the smell of fear rises as jouno bares his teeth at tetchou in warning, but it is quickly cut by warm, earthen amber... sun, sweat, the trees. their targets terror becomes forgotten background noise to the familiarity of tetchou at his side. god, jouno ( was addicted to ) hated him. ❝ i'm just extracting information, tetchou-san. you don't have to baby sit me. go watch a beehive or something mundane. ❞ he raises his hand, peeling a glove away from long, slender fingers. jouno truly must've been in a foul mood to directly deny tetchou's first call of warning - when he'd been quicker to backdown at his behest lately. not this time though - and that scent of fear was back, thick as ever.
