[ viren stares back, his gaze hollow. and then he looks away, accompanied by an open scoff at soren's words and the ensuing demand. his shoulders sag and then tense again. oh, with the shifting in atmosphere, he can feel the anger thrumming in the air. it may be a challenge, but there's something (at least for now), more rewarding in refusal. ]
[ he doesn't stand. ]
You don't have a choice, but I only choose to do wrong?
[ his tail flicks again, and there's a flash of fangs. not only is it in his gaze, but his heart feels -- hollow. he looks away. ]
no subject
[ he doesn't stand. ]
You don't have a choice, but I only choose to do wrong?
[ his tail flicks again, and there's a flash of fangs. not only is it in his gaze, but his heart feels -- hollow. he looks away. ]
Grow up, son.