Having a 'Quiet Word' (for icecoldwit)
It had finally gotten too much for Victor. It had been weeks since Emma Frost had returned to the team, and in all that time, she had barely even acknowledged Victor's presence at all, let alone talked to him - and she of all people knew just how much he hated to be ignored. The only reason he hadn't stormed right into her office sooner had been because he knew just how dangerous her own anger could be, physically as well as mentally. Now, though, he just couldn't stand it any longer. Catching her scent here and there was almost driving him insane; seeing her from a distance was driving him utterly wild.
He'd find her. He'd talk to her, yell at her, throw the full force of his anger and frustration at her as loudly as he could. And maybe, just maybe, he'd have to tear out her goddamn throat.
With a face like thunder, the feral headed for Emma's office, making sure not to unsheathe his claws, not just yet. If it looked like he was heading there to start some trouble, he'd never be allowed to get close enough - and he knew that Emma would be able to sense a problem long before he reached her. That was another thing that irked him; she was always one goddamn step ahead because of her telepathy. Shit, she probably knew he was already on his way. But he wasn't about to let that stop him.
He'd find her. He'd talk to her, yell at her, throw the full force of his anger and frustration at her as loudly as he could. And maybe, just maybe, he'd have to tear out her goddamn throat.
With a face like thunder, the feral headed for Emma's office, making sure not to unsheathe his claws, not just yet. If it looked like he was heading there to start some trouble, he'd never be allowed to get close enough - and he knew that Emma would be able to sense a problem long before he reached her. That was another thing that irked him; she was always one goddamn step ahead because of her telepathy. Shit, she probably knew he was already on his way. But he wasn't about to let that stop him.