#scaredofyou

(( do to Tumblr's little hiccup, I can't get the Msg you sent me sphinxprinciple so because im incredibly bored rn im just gonna work off the quote ya sent)) " People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands" She was holding them up to his face so he could see them. Stained in blood, he hadn't realized he had been so messy. He took a step back from her, pulling his arms away. From there he proceeded to back up from her, the Rooster mask fixated on his own hands. It didn't really bother him, it should. He knew that much, he knew it bothered her. He couldn't really say why he did it, Maybe it was because they started this war, maybe it was because they invaded his country with there drugs and poisoned his countryman. Maybe he did it because he was good at it. Or maybe he did it because he enjoyed it. And you do enjoy it, don't you? why else would you pick up the habit again? The thought didn't feel like his own, but something invading, something that saw through him like he never could. He thought he left that behind when he left Miami. The subtle shift of the mask and Ace could tell he wasn't looking at his hands any more, but her.