( Scratch that — Nadine would've made a fucking fantastic hunter.
He knows that pain, that anger, that ugly desire to hurt. He knows what it feels like to be fueled by spite, to feel satisfied by it.
He knows it intimately.
It's not something most standard civilians would pick up on right away, but like recognizes like. Even so, the few who did sense that in her would probably be more likely to scale things down. Reel it back. Feel concern, come at this with a softer touch, maybe we should stop, or are you okay, or the awkward uncomfortable silence that follows seeing someone do something a little too morally grey for their tastes.
Not him.
Call and response. He senses it on a subconscious level, and what radiates from him in turn is cold, hard approval. )
Good.
( Simply, but knowingly.
Midway through her reading, insults turn into choking. Choking turns into coughing. A thick cloud of black smoke erupts from its mouth, filling the air, circling organically, something alive and thriving and angry — and powerless.
At the last word, it plunges downward and disappears into the floorboards. )
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He knows that pain, that anger, that ugly desire to hurt. He knows what it feels like to be fueled by spite, to feel satisfied by it.
He knows it intimately.
It's not something most standard civilians would pick up on right away, but like recognizes like. Even so, the few who did sense that in her would probably be more likely to scale things down. Reel it back. Feel concern, come at this with a softer touch, maybe we should stop, or are you okay, or the awkward uncomfortable silence that follows seeing someone do something a little too morally grey for their tastes.
Not him.
Call and response. He senses it on a subconscious level, and what radiates from him in turn is cold, hard approval. )
Good.
( Simply, but knowingly.
Midway through her reading, insults turn into choking. Choking turns into coughing. A thick cloud of black smoke erupts from its mouth, filling the air, circling organically, something alive and thriving and angry — and powerless.
At the last word, it plunges downward and disappears into the floorboards. )