06-18-2012, 12:27 PM
Sebastian only half-listened as Jazper spoke until he said two words he so often used while mentioning the artisan.
Agility, strength, words... No, no, no, no...
Sebastian's eyes turned flat, his claws digging into his skin almost hard enough to break through the skin of his arms. His index finger did, a bead of ruby blood appearing on his black-furred forearm by the time Jazper spoke his name. It was a good thing he was close to the back. Otherwise, someone other than Jazper might have seen the furiously bared teeth he shot at the black-furred Sole for just a moment before going blank with tension.
Jazper would not be happy if he refused. Could he even refuse? He doubted it. He read it in the Sole's body language and his voice, as well as that direct gaze. He knew that the Italian didn't want this responsibility. He hated being around children. He disliked teaching. He was impatient, harsh, stubborn, condescending, rude. He was no fit teacher for Cadmeia. He couldn't teach her to paint or use knives with her inability to shift. What use was he?
The Italian strolled slowly to stand beside Cadmeia. He offered her a very brief, false smile before he returned his gaze to Jazper. His mouth smiled with his eyes glared daggers at the Sole.
"Very well. I will."
That was the best he was going to get, that gods-damned Alpha. Damn him to hell.
Agility, strength, words... No, no, no, no...
Sebastian's eyes turned flat, his claws digging into his skin almost hard enough to break through the skin of his arms. His index finger did, a bead of ruby blood appearing on his black-furred forearm by the time Jazper spoke his name. It was a good thing he was close to the back. Otherwise, someone other than Jazper might have seen the furiously bared teeth he shot at the black-furred Sole for just a moment before going blank with tension.
Jazper would not be happy if he refused. Could he even refuse? He doubted it. He read it in the Sole's body language and his voice, as well as that direct gaze. He knew that the Italian didn't want this responsibility. He hated being around children. He disliked teaching. He was impatient, harsh, stubborn, condescending, rude. He was no fit teacher for Cadmeia. He couldn't teach her to paint or use knives with her inability to shift. What use was he?
The Italian strolled slowly to stand beside Cadmeia. He offered her a very brief, false smile before he returned his gaze to Jazper. His mouth smiled with his eyes glared daggers at the Sole.
"Very well. I will."
That was the best he was going to get, that gods-damned Alpha. Damn him to hell.