Macnair's jaw tightened at the sound of him. His fists balled. Irritation licked like flame.
Macnair hated Mulciber with a passion that frequently bordered on violence. He hated the way the boy spoke, the way he walked. He hated the simpering, the fawning, the cloying way in which he always spoke Macnair's name - his first name, always his first. He used it so intimately, like a fucking lover, like Macnair was his personal pet to be cooed at and gushed over. Macnair dug his nails into his palms in silent rage. It was disgusting. Everything about him was fucking disgusting.
He didn't bother to turn around. The barest of acknowledgments, a small grunt in response to the question was all that Mulciber was rewarded with. Any more than that was more than Macnair could stomach.
Athelstan smirked, a bitter coil of rage curling in the pit of his stomach at Walden's apparent dismissal of him. But he'd seen the way his muscles had tightened, and the way his fingers curled into fists. He barked out a harsh laugh.
“Are you afraid of me, Walden?” he asked, eyes trained on the other male. “Are you afraid to speak to me? Afraid to look at me?”
His lips curled into a bitter smile. “You needn't be afraid, Walden; it's not contagious. You can't catch faggot.”
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Macnair hated Mulciber with a passion that frequently bordered on violence. He hated the way the boy spoke, the way he walked. He hated the simpering, the fawning, the cloying way in which he always spoke Macnair's name - his first name, always his first. He used it so intimately, like a fucking lover, like Macnair was his personal pet to be cooed at and gushed over. Macnair dug his nails into his palms in silent rage. It was disgusting. Everything about him was fucking disgusting.
He didn't bother to turn around. The barest of acknowledgments, a small grunt in response to the question was all that Mulciber was rewarded with. Any more than that was more than Macnair could stomach.
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“Are you afraid of me, Walden?” he asked, eyes trained on the other male. “Are you afraid to speak to me? Afraid to look at me?”
His lips curled into a bitter smile. “You needn't be afraid, Walden; it's not contagious. You can't catch faggot.”
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