( there's a familiar icy drawl to his voice--like he has to gather up everything he can as some kind of shoddy defense against the parts of him that rabbit in excitement at endeavor being here, talking to him, looking at him like he matters. it shouldn't matter, and it shouldn't outweigh the rage he feels, the anger, the hatred, all of them colliding together into an ugly ball of painful aggravation. but as much as he wants to lash out, as much as he wants to get up and walk away--
it's hard, when it's like this. maybe this is all some fucking hallucination, and maybe this is all he's going to get, before he goes back home to finish them all off. he has no idea.
his hands grip together, fingers fisting in against his palms, trying to figure out where he should put his own gaze, how he should sit, if it's better to clamor in closer or stay at a distance. )
People make wishes on stars all the time. For all you know, they might be real here.
( a soft, seething sort of voice, tempered with quiet anger. )
Make a wish. Go on. What do you want most, now that you've got everything else?
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( there's a familiar icy drawl to his voice--like he has to gather up everything he can as some kind of shoddy defense against the parts of him that rabbit in excitement at endeavor being here, talking to him, looking at him like he matters. it shouldn't matter, and it shouldn't outweigh the rage he feels, the anger, the hatred, all of them colliding together into an ugly ball of painful aggravation. but as much as he wants to lash out, as much as he wants to get up and walk away--
it's hard, when it's like this. maybe this is all some fucking hallucination, and maybe this is all he's going to get, before he goes back home to finish them all off. he has no idea.
his hands grip together, fingers fisting in against his palms, trying to figure out where he should put his own gaze, how he should sit, if it's better to clamor in closer or stay at a distance. )
People make wishes on stars all the time. For all you know, they might be real here.
( a soft, seething sort of voice, tempered with quiet anger. )
Make a wish. Go on. What do you want most, now that you've got everything else?