ââââââ âââââ             QUESTION ââââ ââââ â¤Â @pyrtuiâ :: INBOX CALL âŠ
 Irritation kept beneath a mark, breaks. The grinding of his teeth isn't enough to SILENCE the raging inferno within, and how dare he even look his way.Â ÉŚÉ ÖÉŚÖ ĘĘÉŐź'Čś ÉŽÉ ČśÉŚÉ 11ȜɌ. Anger, hate; the overgrowing DISGUST towards them all, swirling and tangling and enraging him, all transcended to the youngest harbinger. A hand shoots out, slamming against the wall beside his head.
But there is no recollection of his actions, no doubt, no fear; even in such defiance, he remains calm, as if squashing a bug in their dear harbinger's way.  â A word of caution, to our .... more spritely Harbinger. You best learn to silence that tongue of yours.  â He's close. Too close, but it's not STRANGE for him to invade the space of other's and, perhaps, it's Childe who makes him tick, who manages to break through his facade - who makes his very skin burn hot. âŽâą§É ฿âłâŚÉ âŽĂ âŽâą§Ĺâ´ âŠĂ⹤⹠Ä. Â
â 'Else someone might ... bite it off.â Never. Not to him. He will bow (under the mask of lies, upon lies, upon lies) but not to him.Â
[he's PUSHING IT HE PUSHING IT and Yet no sanity in this boys brain and why does he always phrase things like this shut the fuck up]
AYAKS to be fair to aleksey... he has to be the most... intentionally intensely dramatic motherfucker that has ever tried to challenge him. the funniest fucking thing- does he know how obvious he is? sure, politicing isn't exactly- it's the fucking backbone of much of the fatui. there are those who can't be bothered with it, almost exclusively lower ranking. but... culling those who express a certain, ah, ambition. well, that'd just be a waste.
& besides... if they can make good on it? yeah, exactly.
so ayaks smiles, & it's not as fake as he'd have let it be. the fucker just keeps going. the entertainment value is honestly as good as the ignition of anger deep in his bones- both could have kept him nailed to the spot on their own. blinking slowly, lazily through the slits in the agent's red red mask. unable to keep his mouth from twisting, crooked, curved when it shouldn't be. this should be infuriating, but it's just kinda...
âââââdon't usually like putting people in their place.
âââââaleksey doesn't seem to realise that he's making âââââthe prospect uniquely satisfying.
ayaks' palm lands heavy with camaraderie. on a shoulder- tugs him in. nose to nose & this grin... "this is the part where i take it outside." a twist of motion, as fast as he's willing to be - just a dash of delusion to have the agent's back to his chest & an arm twisting too far. "'it' being you. so let's go, agent. let's have it."













