[ That subservience galls him, scrapes at him like sandpaper and now he turns with a scowl as he snaps out the words. ]
It's all— This!
[ His arm flings out violently, encompassing Fenris's attitude and posture, the way his eyes are already on the floor. The failures of the last few weeks are bad enough on their own but the elf doesn't even have the goddamn decency to own it, no. Fenris is still stuck on his slavery, on being as unassuming and unobtrusive as possible at Rafe's elbow like a loyal dog. ]
The bowing, the scraping, the way you practically crawl up my ass trying to take care of everything for me! I realize it may blow your mind here, pal, but I actually am capable of handling myself. Managed to get along just fine without you sweeping in to play the butler in shining armor every other goddamn day.
[ Anger buoys him along through the rant but the last sentence turns to ashes in his mouth. Managed before Ryslig, sure, but since? Tonight? The arachne had been Rafe's, to be sure, but the demon that'd tossed him into a wall in the first wave of attacks? The minotaur that had been ready to gore him in the tunnels? He'd be dead right now if Fenris hadn't been there and the truth of it makes him feel small. Weak. Useless. Pathetic.
His fists clench at his sides as he turns away, jaw working before he trusts himself to speak again. ]
Didn't agree to this thing because I needed a fucking bodyguard.
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Date: 2020-08-10 04:59 am (UTC)It's all— This!
[ His arm flings out violently, encompassing Fenris's attitude and posture, the way his eyes are already on the floor. The failures of the last few weeks are bad enough on their own but the elf doesn't even have the goddamn decency to own it, no. Fenris is still stuck on his slavery, on being as unassuming and unobtrusive as possible at Rafe's elbow like a loyal dog. ]
The bowing, the scraping, the way you practically crawl up my ass trying to take care of everything for me! I realize it may blow your mind here, pal, but I actually am capable of handling myself. Managed to get along just fine without you sweeping in to play the butler in shining armor every other goddamn day.
[ Anger buoys him along through the rant but the last sentence turns to ashes in his mouth. Managed before Ryslig, sure, but since? Tonight? The arachne had been Rafe's, to be sure, but the demon that'd tossed him into a wall in the first wave of attacks? The minotaur that had been ready to gore him in the tunnels? He'd be dead right now if Fenris hadn't been there and the truth of it makes him feel small. Weak. Useless. Pathetic.
His fists clench at his sides as he turns away, jaw working before he trusts himself to speak again. ]
Didn't agree to this thing because I needed a fucking bodyguard.