Dream | 03
[Privacy: Medium; familiarity with either Allelujah or this kind of situation will allow for better visualisation than otherwise]
He bit them once.
He didn’t know why-it was much more of a him thing to do. Maybe he just wanted to pick up the slack. They were asking again, though he’d stopped listening to the actual words a while ago, and he guessed they didn’t appreciate his lack of attention because there was a rough grip under his chin, jerking his head up. So he twisted, and they didn’t move fast enough. He’d never so much as glared at them before. It was too awkward a position to do much damage, and he thought maybe he'd missed altogether, but the coppersalt on his tongue said otherwise. He didn’t feel relieved afterwards, didn’t feel vindicated or satisfied or even eager for more. He just wanted to be left alone.
They kept him muzzled after that.
He bit them once.
He didn’t know why-it was much more of a him thing to do. Maybe he just wanted to pick up the slack. They were asking again, though he’d stopped listening to the actual words a while ago, and he guessed they didn’t appreciate his lack of attention because there was a rough grip under his chin, jerking his head up. So he twisted, and they didn’t move fast enough. He’d never so much as glared at them before. It was too awkward a position to do much damage, and he thought maybe he'd missed altogether, but the coppersalt on his tongue said otherwise. He didn’t feel relieved afterwards, didn’t feel vindicated or satisfied or even eager for more. He just wanted to be left alone.
They kept him muzzled after that.