[ it's nice he says and somehow heine does not think to agree, a grunt in some half-assed disagreement.
colour was maybe a little odd to have in the periphery of his surroundings, though it isn't a thought he really lingered much on, and even now it only comes in passing because what rin says next has him bristling, rising on hackles.
retort a near snap that breaches canines, ] - don't even try it, Rin.
The dog and I - you don't get it at all, do you? We're the same thing. [ he eases back, bark dying out against the breeze and he forces an exhale in its place. containment field in theory did not sound bad. but it would suppose him knowing when he was going to snap and his smirk is cruel at the very thought. it always is. ] And you know, sometimes it's not because I lose control, it's because I let it.
[ the idea, to him, seems too far. seems too much and too unreal and even if it wasn't he wouldn't dare hope something like that could work.] Besides, wouldnt trying to make any of that shit up just make it an experiment?
I'm not into that whole masochism thing. [ somehow, the collar barked in disagreement, all the bullet holes and wounds and reckless drives somewhere dug up in his past, in his flesh without any record. just a dog whose too much smoke to die. ] - Ugh, I'm not going to willingly jump into an experiment.
[ heine's pessimism is thick enough to built walls no one will climb. he will refuse. over and over because involving more people sounded terrible. because he didn't know if he wanted it to work and somehow thinking that the only thing that could put him down was a sword was okay, was better than some bullshit science field that could not possibly mix well with a collar he was master to and knew next to nothing of. besides, where would they find someone who knows enough about that?
someone who wouldn't be exactly like einsturzen. ] So, no Rin. I'm not game.
[ the red of his eyes only serves to emphasize how cutting his glare is. ] End of discussion. [ he won't be centre point of your goddamn saviour complex. ]
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colour was maybe a little odd to have in the periphery of his surroundings, though it isn't a thought he really lingered much on, and even now it only comes in passing because what rin says next has him bristling, rising on hackles.
retort a near snap that breaches canines, ] - don't even try it, Rin.
The dog and I - you don't get it at all, do you? We're the same thing. [ he eases back, bark dying out against the breeze and he forces an exhale in its place. containment field in theory did not sound bad. but it would suppose him knowing when he was going to snap and his smirk is cruel at the very thought. it always is. ] And you know, sometimes it's not because I lose control, it's because I let it.
[ the idea, to him, seems too far. seems too much and too unreal and even if it wasn't he wouldn't dare hope something like that could work.] Besides, wouldnt trying to make any of that shit up just make it an experiment?
I'm not into that whole masochism thing. [ somehow, the collar barked in disagreement, all the bullet holes and wounds and reckless drives somewhere dug up in his past, in his flesh without any record. just a dog whose too much smoke to die. ] - Ugh, I'm not going to willingly jump into an experiment.
[ heine's pessimism is thick enough to built walls no one will climb. he will refuse. over and over because involving more people sounded terrible. because he didn't know if he wanted it to work and somehow thinking that the only thing that could put him down was a sword was okay, was better than some bullshit science field that could not possibly mix well with a collar he was master to and knew next to nothing of. besides, where would they find someone who knows enough about that?
someone who wouldn't be exactly like einsturzen. ] So, no Rin. I'm not game.
[ the red of his eyes only serves to emphasize how cutting his glare is. ] End of discussion. [ he won't be centre point of your goddamn saviour complex. ]