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[poisonedarrows]

Roy stalked into his apartment with Dessa in tow, slamming the door shut and practically throwing his arrows and jacket down.

There's rage practically emanating from him, but there's also fear and some panic. He clutched the back of a chair until his knuckles were white. He didn't say anything, just growl and gnawed at his lip until it bled.

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[pretty_feather]

Dessa is dealing with rage and some measure of fear of her own, but is having a hard time differentiating between her own emotions and Roy's. Her shields are up at full power, and there's still a large amount of energy swirling around her legs and reaching up for her hands.

She's never dealt with Roy when he was angry like this, and doesn't know if he would accept a hug or a back-rub or if he would just explode at her for it. She's been known to blow up at people when she was upset, after all. At the moment, though, she knows she can't handle it if someone were to blow up at her. She'd either feel like someone had knocked her in the gut with a sledgehammer and feel absolutely crushed and hurt, or she'd lose control of the energy and it would go everywhere- also an unacceptable reaction. If that were to happen, she could very well kill him.

Kill. There's one main thought pounding in her head. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wanted to kill him!

[poisonedarrows]

"How did he get there?" He snarled finally. "How did he find me?" He shoved the chair over and cursed loudly.

[pretty_feather]

She jumps, a bit startled when he knocks over the chair. The energy pulses around her.

"I don't know, baby," she replies after a moment, suddenly focused on him. Her voice is soft, but the energy is still swirling almost violently.

[poisonedarrows]

He cursed again and sat down heavily on the couch. He lent over, resting his arms on his knees and his head in his arms. "I can't do this," he whispered. "Why did he have to find me?"