[ Claude is very luckily that the most dangerous thing Sylvain has in his hands right now is a blade of grass. Because that look sparks a flare of temper wholly unusual from the redhead, whose fuse is typically painstakingly, annoyingly long.
The mangled piece of grass bouncing off the man's forehead isn't nearly satisfying enough, but it takes care of the automatic reaction and vents it before he reaches for something like a plate or a teacup or Claude's damned book. ]
I don't fucking know what you want from me, Claude!
[ The words burst out of him in an exasperated rush, temper still lurking in that tone, simmering and ready to ignite even hotter.
For someone who so often shapes himself into being what others want him to be, need him to be, this gaping void empty of understanding has been grating on him more and more in recent weeks, although he's always been an expert at pushing that aside. Ignoring it. Typically watching, listening, experimenting, will give him the answer he needs to know. Who - or what - he needs to be.
But Claude's complicated and inscrutable and he never knows if what he's given is real or just another facet of a mask he can never quite see all of.
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The mangled piece of grass bouncing off the man's forehead isn't nearly satisfying enough, but it takes care of the automatic reaction and vents it before he reaches for something like a plate or a teacup or Claude's damned book. ]
I don't fucking know what you want from me, Claude!
[ The words burst out of him in an exasperated rush, temper still lurking in that tone, simmering and ready to ignite even hotter.
For someone who so often shapes himself into being what others want him to be, need him to be, this gaping void empty of understanding has been grating on him more and more in recent weeks, although he's always been an expert at pushing that aside. Ignoring it. Typically watching, listening, experimenting, will give him the answer he needs to know. Who - or what - he needs to be.
But Claude's complicated and inscrutable and he never knows if what he's given is real or just another facet of a mask he can never quite see all of.
Maybe they really are too much alike. ]