[there's a lot to respond to in those couple of innocuous sentences. a bit of preening and gloating about being the one who was chosen, because that never gets old, that'll always feel new, no matter how many people choose him because he will forever whine and thrash and bitch about the ones who didn't, once upon a time, when he was seventeen-years-old. there's even an obscure part of him, better-developed now, more equipped for moral reasoning, and cattle-prodded by guilt and misery, that's about to inquire about apologizing. you know, if ronan should ever reappear.
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but he gets totally sidetracked by the revelation that the vampire shares at the end. his face goes dead. maybe vampire can even hear it, the weird kick-step of his heartbeat inside his skinny ribs.] Parrish? [he repeats.] Are you fucking--? [this!! is the sound of pieces falling into place. the skin around his eyes sink in. the arteries in his forehead bulge. and then, like some impulse-uncontrolled jackass, he kicks a foot over to immediateLY STOMP ON THE BRAke quite possibly sending the car reeling around in an extremely dangerous vortex of destruction.]
powerpose lmk if not ok! i can edit
but
but he gets totally sidetracked by the revelation that the vampire shares at the end. his face goes dead. maybe vampire can even hear it, the weird kick-step of his heartbeat inside his skinny ribs.] Parrish? [he repeats.] Are you fucking--? [this!! is the sound of pieces falling into place. the skin around his eyes sink in. the arteries in his forehead bulge. and then, like some impulse-uncontrolled jackass, he kicks a foot over to immediateLY STOMP ON THE BRAke quite possibly sending the car reeling around in an extremely dangerous vortex of destruction.]