&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
@legacytaught asked: ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
DARK EYES NARROWED AS HE LOOKED AT THEM. THERE WAS a mix of anger and respect flashing in his glare. He kept his distance, but only because he was sure if he got closer to them, his claws would dig into their flesh. Dwayne would want nothing more. Instead, he dug his hands in his jacket pocket, fists were clenched tightly, expression still holding danger. He didn’t like the pride and smugness he saw on Mercy, not the way they looked at the burn scars on his face from Tammy. He didn’t like how they spotted the scar across his chest, the slender burn scar on his side— both from the blessed dagger they carried. This pain, he was used to, and he was making that absolutely clear.
HIS HEAD INCLINED WITH A SLIGHT TILT, HIS FACE RELAXED, the slightest amount of amusement there, “ Lucky? ” His voice calm, “ Sure, if that’s gonna make you feel better, ” lips twitched, but nothing more than that, “ Make you feel better knowing that perhaps your skills aren’t as great as you think they are. ” no, he shouldn't provoke them, but it was better to put the target on himself than the rest of his family. He was the shield, always.















