I built the growl in the voice I fear [OPEN--INCOMPLETE]

[livetobefeared]

Characters: Phobos (open to anyone, really, but mostly those under his curse :3).
Date/Time: 15th afternoon--evening.
Location: Anywhere--he's not paying attention to where he is.
Rating: PG-13 because it's Phobos and I like to be careful?
Warnings: ... Phobos.
Summary: The Fear God is bored of just listening to people scream and panic, etc. and

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[livetobefeared]

Without even registering who just flew over him, Phobos frowned at his leg then slowly tilted his head to see who nearly attempted a fly-by knee-capping.

Electra.

Distracted by the fact that of all the people in the complex, she had run into him, he failed to notice the distinct absence of Fear and promptly burst out laughing. His head fell back against the wall and one arm gripped his side as though to stop it from splitting. "Language, language," was all he could manage between the snickering, though a nagging doubt was already nudging at his subconscious. Something wasn't entirely right, and that wasn't something Phobos could often claim to having noticed.

[livetobefeared]

Phobos stared at her in complete silence. If only looks could kill. Standing, he flexed his fingers, every nerve ending he possessed trying to gauge the surrounding area for even the slightest hint of discomfort. Preferably not his own, though that was increasing by the moment. His cheeks flushed and drained again while the rest of him waited for the mind to finish recoiling in slow-motion, but he continued to stare, unblinking.

A frown settling on his brow, he rolled his neck and shoulders. Something cracked in there, but it didn't make him feel better.

No. Away. GET AWAY.

Finally breaking eye contact, Phobos turned on his heel and started walking away as fast as the sheer confusion would let him.