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I don't mind, my file will be even more complete, sir. So you remember. [ He nods, dodging and almost bumping into the general's shoulders as he leaves the room. ]
(Wringing his hands behind his back. Biting the inside of his cheek. *Trying not to appear more hot and bothered than he was.) Youβve proven yourself capable many times over. No need for assurances.
I would punch your perfect teeth out right now if I could. [ It wasn't a threat; he wouldn't do that. But he felt frustrated. His right hand would almost have dented his helmet if it had been less resistant. ] What do you think?
You are anything but pathetic. (Swiping the pad of his thumb across his cheek, collecting every trace of blood, and immediately pressing it to the tip of his tongue, humming as if tasting a delicate treat.) To taste you.
I'm what you made me. I have nothing to hide but my human appearance. [ Staring at him, narrowing his eyes but without moving away, his posture remained intact and untouchable despite the other's hand. ]
You like to hide behind that helmet, but I think out of anyone, Iβm allowed to see you as you are, am I not? (He pulled the glove from his right hand, reaching for Pyreβs face and cupping it in hand, medium length clawsβa side effect of the dark giftβbarely touching his skin.)
Ask them to make something more fitted to your neck next time.
( Collar so tight he's been fighting against it for a few minutes. )
[ The troopers are drawing blood from Pyre's armor. Quietly waiting. ]
[ Your scum's resources are much more limited. Every minute we advance further. ]
Mmm well good luck finding us. Your time is limited.
[ Nice try but the more noise, the more the First Order will hunt you down. ]
Good. We will continue to get on your nerves until the order is done with.
[ These rebels are getting on my nerves. ]
[ Don't be the hunted, be the hunter. ]
when the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes aβrunninβ, but not to help.
You know I will exceed all your expectations. I may be young, but no one knows how to do it like I do. [ Pyre gave a simple smile, not boasting, just assuring his commanding ability. Then he put the helmet back on. ]
By nature, younger blood is sweeter. As people age, the sweetness evolves into their own personal signature. Nothing to improve on except age, and as a result, experience. (He gestures to the helmet in Pyreβs hand.) You may place it back.
Sorry. Not wearing a helmet makes me suffocate. It unleashes my worst instincts. [ He touches his own skin, searching for the future scar, it would be one to remember. ] So I need to improve...
Mm, attitude. What did I say about that? (Suckling up the last bit of blood, he pulled his glove back over his hand, smirking. Of course he tasted delicious. Sweet, as the younger ones often did, but a faint coarseness that hinted at budding maturity.) Youβre sweet.
I can't allow myself to be one, it would be so pathetic. [ He cleared his throat, didn't react to the pain but it wasn't common for him to bleed. It was a sign of weakness. ] What do you intend with this?
You donβt think youβre human. (Adjusting his grip, maneuvering the nail of his thumb to slice against Pyreβs cheek. Vibrant red ichor bleeds from the thin line.) But you bleed like one.
[ Sigh. He gritted his teeth. What is this now? Helmet off. ] I never disobeyed orders.
No. But I want you to indulge me. You can say no.
Is this really necessary, sir?
β¦ Take off the helmet for me.
Sorry, general.
Donβt tell me what to do.