rendezvous times two (pthalo)
Oct 16, 2011 2:44:00 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Oct 16, 2011 2:44:00 GMT -5
“You must not be a true career then, ha. Not training now, are you?”
Julian’s eyes widened and his jaw twitched tightly as he grit his teeth at Brigham’s comment. He took a deep breath and steam practically billowed from his nose as he glared forward, momentarily speechless. Who the hell did this boy think he was.”Well, at least… uh. I mean, what do you call this? This defin-“
Julian stopped walking and snarled as he spat words out at this boy who dared question his status as a career. “Do you have some sort of speech impediment or are you just an idiot?” He was fuming, and breathing heavily; it didn’t take much to send this heartless edition of Julian over the edge. The sparkle of eyes that had appeared with the mention of Brigham’s quell sword was now gone, and the hollow look had returned. “For your information, my parents forced me to not train this afternoon because… well because none of your business! You don’t even know me! Why do you even want to show me this sword anyway? So you can take me up to your room and do have your way? Oh believe me, I’ve heard of you Brigham Holden.”
Julian brought his hands up and squeezed his hair before throwing them down again in frustration. “You know what… this was a mistake. I’m going home. Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way. I don’t need you, and I don’t need your stupid sword! I’ll be just fine in training for the Quell regardless! I’m Julian Bryze!” The last part was more of a reminder to himself. “I’m Julian Bryze,” was a frequent saying of his lately when he went off on anyone. It was more of a way to try and convince himself of who this new person he had become was.