In Which the Marquis does something very Foolish

[impure_tale]

Who: The Marquis, Iago
Where: Iago's room
When: After Iago's Big Fat Baby Tantrum Post
Warnings: Very injured but very pain-medded Marquis versus an angry emotional Iago? What's the worst that could happen

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[inhumandog]

Iago's room was a disaster. The desk was overturned, the bookshelf was on the floor. Books were scattered everywhere. Tables were haphazardly thrown to the sides and his quilts were nowhere to be seen. Iago was leaning against his wall, playing the DS.

He was nowhere near calm, but the game had given him something to focus on. Something that wasn't the immense pain he felt. Renate was loose in the room and he hadn't thought to take her out that evening. Luckily, he had let her out of the bathroom after her fit, so she wasn't anywhere near falling furniture.

If he cared about anything at the moment, it was the dog.

He looked up when the Marquis entered and a brief flicker of that pain showed in his face before he forced himself not to care and returned his eyes to the flickering screen.

"Go back to the infirmary."

[impure_tale]

"No."

The Marquis steered himself into the room. There wasn't much space on the floor that was not filled with debris but he avoided enough to close the door behind him. Renate barked happily, but it died down to an attentive whine as she settled on her haunches, ears back, as she sniffed at him. She didn't jump up or chance too close, and it wasn't a matter of obedience; it was clear she was intelligent enough to understand he was injured.

[inhumandog]

"Then just get the fuck away." He continued on with his game, not even looking up, forcing himself not to look. He wasn't going to care about him. He couldn't care about him.

The Marquis would only hurt him, too, just like they all would. Because if Rex could do that, then so could anyone else.

[impure_tale]

"No." He made his way nearer, trying to negotiate his way around the debris. If he got to him he was not certain he wouldn't hit him, but he was going to keep his temper in check. Stones and glass houses, after all.