"why did you do that?" came the incredulous question, his heavy footsteps echoing across the empty parking lot. somewhere between the flush of his cheeks and the fiery curls, a strange sense of confusion hovered.
"do what?" came the nonchalant reply, lupine features relaxed in some strangely serene expression. slender fingers twirled an umbrella idly, satisfied with momentary flourishes, as though each silent step were a triumph of the tightrope walker.
"what you just fucking did!" came the flick of flames, disguised as sound. stumbling over the curb, the larger of the two flailed, however briefly, arms threatening to burst out of the dressy sleeves containing them. barely keeping up, the sharp gaze of his eyes seemed to wish his companion's legs were six inches shorter . . . by force, if necessary.
but the wolfish grin remained silent, as a fork in the road, or the sidewalk at least, offered an opportunity for one graceful step or another. another cloud lulled before the sun, as even the wind slipped out for a momentary stroll elsewhere.
"dammit, why the fuck did you do all that!" came the question, less inquisitive than a question had a right to be. his brows furrowed in some reassurance that they weren't so lost as certain other parts, as he finally came to a halt just to the side of his antagonist.
a soft click of wood tapping pavement, as the casual pedestrian, content with his surroundings, let out a small sigh.
without realizing it, their conversation had led them to a small patch of green, some little park anyone has walked by without paying much attention, but suddenly so beautiful when seen. the wind emerged from is hiding place, a comfy bed of leaves still attached to the tree, stealing away, however briefly, some of the redness found in cheeks.
"it doesn't make sense, does it?" came the contented musing, taking the other by surprise. "in these sorts of stories, the dashing villain, that undeniable rogue, is to work his way into another's heart and steal her away, by virtue of giving her the choice—" at this he paused, turning to face his companion with that same wolfish grin, "—between one love or another, between something tired but tried, testy but tested, and something altogether new and dangerous and exciting."
gritted teeth poorly hiding behind a stiff upper lip, the larger of the two felt obliged to concur.
"and yet," he continued, returning his eyes to the verdant canopy that was slowly drifting above them, "why would that villain deny himself the opportunity, when presented with it, to claim what was handily another's?" another few footsteps onto the budding grasses, the crunch of last year's remnants providing a muffled chorus. "was it because," came the postulation, resplendent with dramatic pause and a shaking head, "no, it was not because there was no attraction, that would be a lie. but a bigger lie still would be the truth was so obscure."
"and what the hell would that be, fucker?" came the outburst, confusion ceding ground to the fires on cheek and head. "what the hell truth would that be? that you had your sick game and got tired of it?" fists came dangerously close to disobeying portions of brain devoted to legal matters, as spittle threatened to break the sound barrier. "that you were fucking around with us the entire time?"
without hesitation, the lupine face turned toward the expression of disgust, still serene and perfectly timed with the flight of birds, the tip of the umbrella softly landing on the grassy ground at the sound.
"that she is very much her own person, and should be free to choose what's best for her," he said, not without a certain degree of sorrow and tenderness, "and that would be neither of us."
the sound of a slender body hitting the ground was only a whisper, compared to the sound of knuckles colliding against the delicate bones of the face. stomping away amidst further shouts of rage and denials great and small, the jilted cloud of thunder rolled away, just as sunbeams pierced through the breaking of the clouds.
"that was not entirely undeserved," came the muffled musing, certain slender features swelling all the more with each passing heartbeat.
wincing in pain, he couldn't help but smile, as, among a quarrel of agitated chirps and clacks, one bird broke away from all the others, slipping through the branches of trees and into the sky above.
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