“To hate is an easy thing.”
a snarl bubbled up through their throat at the sound of aurelia, instinctive response to lash out and harm rising up as they turn. hatred does well up, easy as breathing, searing its way through their veins, through their lungs, muscles encompassed even as they narrow their eyes and force the emotion from showing in their body language.
❛ it sure is, ❜ they respond, tone biting. they used to project nonchalance, standing at the side of revels as though boredom was their only thought, riling up the other to heights they could barely reach. now, they don’t bother hiding their loathing, their dismissiveness, matched and reflected in equal measure.
❛ especially when the object of your hate is, well - ❜ they trailed off, flash a smile at aurelia that’s more a flash of teeth, ❛ let’s just say, hmm, not deserving of love. ❜ their eyes flick up and down the other, before they smirk, turning on their heel to saunter away, breath tight with the lingering desire to maim.
