when it comes down to it, he's just a glorified thug.
Gamma introspection.
When Gamma accidentally killed a man, he realised the safety in distance. (He'd sworn and struggled and begged the same pleas and somewhere along the way his face had sprung a leak - so the worm had deserved to die, if not for guilt then for fucking cowardice, but the thing is, he hadn't meant to, hadn't thought 'yeah ok, he's got nothing' but his finger twitched and the heart stopped and that was that.)
Princess folded her hands mutely, hopped off the stool and left, white as pure driven snow.
The bar was the next logical step; he headed over, knocked back the first likely-looking drink and descended upon the pool hustlers with a gut full of fire. Too many drunken cracks about big, hard, sticks and huh - there went the second hit of the day. But a cue stick, he decided, made a hell of a difference, and nobody who saw the remains could disagree.
It was a relief, that he could get stronger, get smarter, and maybe if he did somehow it would stop, the evolution of Princess into Our Lord's Right Hand and someone he barely knew. He wanted to shake her awake, and she was buried in concrete, not to be touched.
What sort of seed, or hook, or threat took root and sprouted in an hour? Uni, who is that on the other side of you?
Oh, he'd entertained all sorts of theories. Catch him making his way through a keg of beer and he'd ask you, aliens, you know, do you suppose they get a kick out of telling humans 'I love you' and then tearing out their hearts?
Gamma was tied down to her like lightning to trees, tiny hairs to balloons. And the only cure was distance.
When Gamma accidentally killed a man, he realised the safety in distance. (He'd sworn and struggled and begged the same pleas and somewhere along the way his face had sprung a leak - so the worm had deserved to die, if not for guilt then for fucking cowardice, but the thing is, he hadn't meant to, hadn't thought 'yeah ok, he's got nothing' but his finger twitched and the heart stopped and that was that.)
Princess folded her hands mutely, hopped off the stool and left, white as pure driven snow.
The bar was the next logical step; he headed over, knocked back the first likely-looking drink and descended upon the pool hustlers with a gut full of fire. Too many drunken cracks about big, hard, sticks and huh - there went the second hit of the day. But a cue stick, he decided, made a hell of a difference, and nobody who saw the remains could disagree.
It was a relief, that he could get stronger, get smarter, and maybe if he did somehow it would stop, the evolution of Princess into Our Lord's Right Hand and someone he barely knew. He wanted to shake her awake, and she was buried in concrete, not to be touched.
What sort of seed, or hook, or threat took root and sprouted in an hour? Uni, who is that on the other side of you?
Oh, he'd entertained all sorts of theories. Catch him making his way through a keg of beer and he'd ask you, aliens, you know, do you suppose they get a kick out of telling humans 'I love you' and then tearing out their hearts?
Gamma was tied down to her like lightning to trees, tiny hairs to balloons. And the only cure was distance.