[ He gestures angrily, with both of his hands, not placated in the slightest. He's had a godawful time in Capablanca, and even before that, he remembers quite acutely the sight of LL, prone inside his crystal. He remembers Bolin, too, silent as the grave for a whole month. He remembers the fear and the worry, and he remembers that, in LL's case, it could have been prevented.
He doesn't miss the remorse on LL's face. It's something, yes, a reaction, a suggestion of feeling--but it's not nearly enough. Not enough to speak to Adra's own feelings, which have been boiling and churning for nearly a month now. ]
That's a gentle fucking term, LL. You made no mistake. You just thought you were above the situation. You thought you had the right of things, when you clearly didn't.
[ He's bristling; his fel green eyes blazing, sparking. He hisses. ]
no subject
[ He gestures angrily, with both of his hands, not placated in the slightest. He's had a godawful time in Capablanca, and even before that, he remembers quite acutely the sight of LL, prone inside his crystal. He remembers Bolin, too, silent as the grave for a whole month. He remembers the fear and the worry, and he remembers that, in LL's case, it could have been prevented.
He doesn't miss the remorse on LL's face. It's something, yes, a reaction, a suggestion of feeling--but it's not nearly enough. Not enough to speak to Adra's own feelings, which have been boiling and churning for nearly a month now. ]
That's a gentle fucking term, LL. You made no mistake. You just thought you were above the situation. You thought you had the right of things, when you clearly didn't.
[ He's bristling; his fel green eyes blazing, sparking. He hisses. ]
You were selfish.