[ it is a failure on his part, he wants to argue. it is. when someone turns their face into your shoulder and cries on you, terrified and unable to show it to anyone else - trusting you with their back, literally and metaphorically, and they're dead the next day, have you done anything worth what they asked of you? when you desperately want to help someone, when you want to pull her free of the nightmare she's in at home, want to give her a chance at a new life, only to have that snatched away before you can blink, what do you do but fail?
it's beyond on his shoulders. he doesn't argue it out loud - the tattoo's ink melds over his shoulder as if in response, under rosamund's thumb, smaller but no less stark. promise breaker, and out of his mouth before he ever thinks about it, he snaps - ] Better me than her!
[ - because he never thinks when he's angry like this, but maybe it's an outburst enough. he clenches his teeth. sucks in a breath. tomorrow. tomorrow, during that farce of a trial that they're forced to jingle through for someone's entertainment, for someone who claimed they didn't do enough before. he sucks a breath in, and falls silent. listening. he is listening - she'll feel him twitch under her hand.
we'll make them pay. familiar. louis, the unaffected tone of his voice. it's a shame what happened, but their sacrifice was for the greater good. strohl's no stranger to vengeance; all he's done feels like chase it. ]
...I'm going to burn this place to the ground. [ he says, eventually. fierce, angry, but lower now. a cataclysmic fire brought to the size of a simmer, with no less heat for it. ]
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it's beyond on his shoulders. he doesn't argue it out loud - the tattoo's ink melds over his shoulder as if in response, under rosamund's thumb, smaller but no less stark. promise breaker, and out of his mouth before he ever thinks about it, he snaps - ] Better me than her!
[ - because he never thinks when he's angry like this, but maybe it's an outburst enough. he clenches his teeth. sucks in a breath. tomorrow. tomorrow, during that farce of a trial that they're forced to jingle through for someone's entertainment, for someone who claimed they didn't do enough before. he sucks a breath in, and falls silent. listening. he is listening - she'll feel him twitch under her hand.
we'll make them pay. familiar. louis, the unaffected tone of his voice. it's a shame what happened, but their sacrifice was for the greater good. strohl's no stranger to vengeance; all he's done feels like chase it. ]
...I'm going to burn this place to the ground. [ he says, eventually. fierce, angry, but lower now. a cataclysmic fire brought to the size of a simmer, with no less heat for it. ]