#pyrtui

  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. ɦɛ ֆɦօʊʟɖռ'ȶ ɮɛ ȶɦɛ 11ȶɦ. 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.  ❝ A word of caution, to our .... more spritely Harbinger. You best learn to silence that tongue of yours.  ❞  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. ₮ⱧɆ ฿₳₦Ɇ ₮Ø ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩ØⱤⱠĐ.  

❝ 'Else someone might ... bite it off.❞  Never. Not to him. He will bow (under the mask of lies, upon lies, upon lies) but not to him. 

[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...

     don't usually like putting people in their place.

     aleksey doesn't seem to realise that he's making      the prospect uniquely satisfying.

who   are   they   sending   him   this   time   ?   and   why   were   they   so   late   .      it   wasn’t   smart   to   underestimate   someone   up   to   their   teeth   in   debt   ...   they   could  run  fast  .    looming   dread   ,   would   set   a   fire   under   anyones   ass   .         good   thing   he’d   set   their   payments   up   to   easy   bite   sized   chunks   -   

(anything small happens- him; rage. seething. fury IM SORRY HE’S THIS WAY)

pale diamond has been trained to perceive the smallest changed in someone's behavior since tender age, as an observant mind can be sharper than a well kept blade. kaeya has soon discovered that this fellow is rather anger prone. attentive eye spied many things that seemed to set the fatuus off... and, mainly, kaeya speculated, the sound of his own, silky voice seemed to grate the worst on the other's nerves.

in face of such display of physical animosity, the eye widens with flair and blinks- once, twice, lips opening in a small o of mock surprise. the scathing threat would scare a normal person, cut sharp and deep, supposedly make the receiver tremble in fear of being seized by the throat by the same hand that abused the wooden surface with such cruelty; the fatui are not to be messed with, and that much is known.

however, the captain doubts that a few pacifying words would actually do the job: not at this point, not with so much anger. it's better to stay calm, perhaps, and handle the situation accordingly. ... or so, a normal person would think.

unfortunate.

( so much anger! yet, he's trying hard to keep his voice down. you don't wish attention on yourself, perhaps? interesting... )

' my, such venom for some simple conversation. ' he comments almost idly, glass full of dark liquid swirling between slender finger. his head cocks to the side, questioning, curious. kaeya seems to be completely at ease, despite the anger wafting off his strange companion for the evening. ' would you have preferred we sat in complete silence, with an awkward atmosphere between us? '

he questions, but he doesn't expect a clear answer, or any at all. arms widen in an almost helpless gesture, the man being the face of innocency.

' if i offended you, i'd be happy to apologize. you're an interesting person, ' he states, lashes batting once. ' i'm sure that you'd pardon my curiosity, if i buy you another drink? ' an almost gentle proposal; now he has to diffuse a bit, does he? he can't have an aggressive fatuus scaring the patron off- no, rather, he can't have the redhead behind the counter bear an hole to the back of his partner's head.

' i'll have to admit, ' an hand splays over open-chested shirt, ' you sure have an hurtful way with words. i'm out of my league... what could you possibly mean? '

( he'll make me shut up, hm? i wonder if this will turn into a brawl, by the end of the night. it'd end badly for him either way. )

well, he could squeeze the pimple until the entire, disgusting content was all out- or, he could diffuse and spend a boring late afternoon back to his office.

alek: >:(