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Feb 5, 2014 17:19:48 GMT -5
Post by Gavin on Feb 5, 2014 17:19:48 GMT -5
SEREN WARFIELD
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Seren has never liked Troyan Sinclair.
They've been dancing around each other in the district for years now. It's becoming tiring. He doesn't even know how it started in the first place-from the time they were children it's always been common knowledge that they don't-and have never- gotten along. It's just- he's so irritating. Seren hates him, ripred, ugh.
Ever since they were young it's been clear that something was going to happen between them; as in they would either be closer than anything, or they would hate each other. With a passion.
Evidently, they chose option B.
They had been eerily similar, too, is one thing. Dark hair, long lashes, brown eyes, and they were both twins. They were both arrogant, and irritable, and aggressive; Seren thought about it a lot, wondering if he should have tried for something more than this mutual hatred.
He's fine with this, though. This is good.
And sometimes, he'll be having a particularly bad day, so he'll snap at Sinclair when they pass in the street. And it makes him feel better, in a different way from how he is with his friends in the Brawl, because he means every word he says to him. And for once, he knows the same is true for the other person, too; he's not convinced every word is a lie like- okay, he'll admit it, like happens with his friends sometimes. Seren is insecure, okay? And he thinks everything can be a lie. But hate is simple, hate he can deal with. Hate is something real, and even at the worst times, when he doubts everything- that is a constant. And with Troyan, he's not even faking it. It gives him a sick satisfaction that isn't there when he lies to the people he cares about and says things he doesn't mean. With Troyan, he means every word, and that is what makes it so intensely gratifying.
He's walking down the street when he sees him- Seren doesn't know where he had been going, probably to the warehouse or something- but it's forgotten now. He doesn't know anything except that he's crossing the road, walking toward Troyan. It makes him feel dizzy. Seren doesn't know what he's even planning on doing. Confronting him, maybe? On what?
He doesn't know. Can't turn back now, can't make a fool out of himself. He wracks his brain for something, and finally comes out with a lame "Hey, asshole!"
They're maybe ten feet apart now, and Seren stops, stands tall, hands in his pockets. It's his classic agression stance, and he hopes he looks confident. He hopes he looks like he knows what he's doing.
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