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Edgard ([personal profile] muckspout) wrote2020-08-02 07:40 am

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[personal profile] altusimperius 2021-04-08 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Edgaaard," Benedict whines through his teeth, determined not to Make A Scene, "it's just Jone wanting to slay a dragon, it's nothing."
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[personal profile] altusimperius 2021-04-08 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Wh-- ow-- stop," Benedict stammers, scowling as he steps back and away from Edgard with every shove.

"Well I didn't know that," he snaps, taking a few larger steps back and standing his ground, "and you wouldn't have an opinion on this if you hadn't been listening in, so."

He folds his own arms.

"What're you gonna do? Beat me up, out here in front of everyone?" He gestures around to the courtyard.
"I didn't do anything."
altusimperius: (what the shit)

[personal profile] altusimperius 2021-04-08 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop--" Bene stumbles back again, flailing to catch his balance and managing, though likely not without drawing the attention of one or two passersby.

He lets Edgard finish, but anger boils in him, manifesting as an indignant sneer: "that's not fucking true and you know it," he snarls, suddenly stepping forward to push past.

"Fuck you, Edgard."

He might admit to lying, eventually: but never doing anything? Days of being at Byerly's beck and call, training in the yard, and biting back every poisonous instinct set in him by twenty years of parental training amounts to nothing?