Rafe had been staring into the fridge— why? he hasn't been hungry in a month, hasn't been thirsty, hasn't needed anything since coming out of the sewers half-dead and then... well —before Fenris made his offer; now his fingers flex and clench on the door before slamming it shut again. It's more forceful than he'd meant, unused to his new strength but that's not an excuse, and he orders himself still. Still instead of spinning on his heel with a snarl no matter how much he wants to.
Control. Everything else may have been taken from him: Avery, his world, his life, but goddamn him if they'll ruin that too. ]
What I need? [ And so his voice is stone cold, each syllable clipped and concise. ] Is for you to knock this shit off.
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Rafe had been staring into the fridge— why? he hasn't been hungry in a month, hasn't been thirsty, hasn't needed anything since coming out of the sewers half-dead and then... well —before Fenris made his offer; now his fingers flex and clench on the door before slamming it shut again. It's more forceful than he'd meant, unused to his new strength but that's not an excuse, and he orders himself still. Still instead of spinning on his heel with a snarl no matter how much he wants to.
Control. Everything else may have been taken from him: Avery, his world, his life, but goddamn him if they'll ruin that too. ]
What I need? [ And so his voice is stone cold, each syllable clipped and concise. ] Is for you to knock this shit off.