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send π to walk in on my muse killing someone | accepting
on occasion, there are people who tire of living under you, think you unworthy of your position as if you didn't take this position just as they would take it from you. you understand their ambition; you don't fault them for that. however, their ambition pales in comparison to your will to live, and that does make you a little angry. conviction is everything. have you not made that clear?
you've worked hard to get here, to be the one with power, to finally live up to all those expectations placed on your shoulders. in a way. your mother will never know the truth, but her pride in you will never again be misplaced. your boss -- the one you replaced, the one whose grave rests beneath your throne -- saw you as the tarnished silver you were, yet he knew you could be polished, sharpened. his voice echoes in your mind as you kick one assailant down, your muscles tired and taut. another man slams a metal pipe against your shoulder, ripping a cry from your throat, and the old man's voice grows louder.
if you want to sit at the top, don't be so soft-hearted. you need to crack a few skulls, or you'll always be the one suffering.
yanking the bar from your attacker's grip, you wail on him with a thunderous shouting. you don't let up, making an example out of him. you don't like it, don't like using violence whether it's justified or not, but this is your life. no one will take it from you. no one will make you suffer ever again.
" are you willing to die like him? " you ask breathlessly to the rest of the thugs around you, growing louder with each word. pointing the metal pipe at each of them, there is passion in every syllable you speak. " huh? if you're going to kill me first, act a little more determined! have some damn conviction! how can you plan all of this-- " you gesture at the empty building you've been trapped in, and your tone grows frustrated. " just to let it fall apart now? "
the remaining men rush at you, but bullets fly, stopping them in their tracks.
koi. she's arrived just in time along with a mixture of your men and hers. you hold his gaze as the men advance to shoot most of the traitors. how much did @wolvescore see? would she shy away from your hands, as brutal as they had been moments ago? the fleeting thought is squashed almost immediately as you let the bar slip from your hand. the metal clangs, but you don't hear it over the shooting.
" thank you, " gently, warmly, you utter your thanks to koi, large hand squeezing her shoulder once you reach her. a smile, small but sincere, curves along your lips. it stings -- your bottom lip is split, but you don't stop smiling for koi. it's fine. " i owe you. "
