skelebro: (sup)
sans. ([personal profile] skelebro) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2017-02-04 08:54 am (UTC)

NEVER

[You're still an adult.

Kids. They're sharp, ain't they? They're all edges. They don't mean to, but they cut. They don't mean to at all, no. But they ain't born edged, he's pretty sure. Something's gotta sharpen them. Something's gotta take 'em to the way they are. And he's an adult. Monsters and humans, they're pretty different. The nature of the SOUL, for one. But for all the differences, they got a lot in common too, don't they? The pliability of their hearts. The way words can cut deep, intent even deeper, and hit 'em in ways you can't even imagine. Leave handprints all over 'em, the oil-slick stains of someone else's influence, drawn tight and deep into the well of themselves.

Don't mean to, but they cut.

The tightening of a jaw that's evident solely in the rigidity of his shoulders, devoid of stiffening muscle. And then, inexorably, his tight-clenched grip loosens, and so does the tautness of his smile.]


Heh.

Heh heh heh.

[A low chuckle, steady and rumbling, like the grinding of stones together.]

That's where you got me pegged wrong, kiddo.

Thing about hate? Hate takes work.

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