[ooc] and as you're falling down
No problem with the length, it was a good post. This, in turn, is long.
[bic] could i hear you scream?
He kept on walking, ignoring the gentle movement of his shorts against his legs. He had forgotten his knife in Bleeding Souls; he had just thought about that then, really, and it was irritating. Even now, his eyes could only narrow somewhat at the thought of the plain blade being left to the blaze that had rocked the world. He closed his eyes, conjuring the image of it up, but after a few moments light bursts obstructed his view of it. Of course; he would be stuck thinking about the fire and how bright it had been on the horizon when he had fled for months. Andrezej had never made use of fire before, and seeing such a large blaze would secure that he never would touch it.
Fire was the demon, fire was unnatural. At least, something so massively destructive and destructively massive could only be a demon, and for that reason it was alike him. He wanted nothing to do with anything that was similar to he, for he himself could only be he, and anything like he was to be hated for trying to be him. At least, that was the kind of mentality he'd been born with. In reality, the fire did not scare him so much as mock him.
Why anyone would want to draw upon themselves something that was so mocking and taunting, he would never know. It was not a softening of his character by any means, his ability to be civil and reasonable. It was simply the seizing of advantage and the wisdom that came with growing older. If nobody would associate with an obvious psychopath, then he would have to become less obvious to gain the support of those who would. He couldn't bring all of Inferni down himself, after all, and if he could only take on Gabriel himself, well, the rest of the clan would rise to bring Andre down later.
His eyes lifted in time to see the wolf roll to his feet, and he couldn't help but to giggle sharply at such movement. He wasn't a finicky fellow, but he did tend to observe things and look deeper into them. Such a movement could not have been brought about by simply thought, nor by the movements of any of their surroundings. That left only him to generate Ari's motion, and so he came to the conclusion that the wolf was uncomfortable with his presence. That, by his standards, was completely fine. It was even welcomed.
Jumpy bastard, aren't you? he cooed, tail swaying mockingly behind him even as his sly grin unfolded with a marginal tilt of his head.
