[Oh, it's been so fucking long since he's gotten to go wild. He doesn't even need Loki whispering encouragement in his ears to rip the screaming staffer limb from limb, razor-sharp talons digging into flesh as his wings beat to keep him steady. His own scream of triumph is only cut short by the voice in his mind. Aelwyn. Aelwynaelwynaelwynaelwynaelwyn. The bitch who thinks she can blackmail his man. The still-warm corpse of the middle-aged man who worked something Akechi can't be bothered to remember is hurled carelessly into the closest wall as he focuses on a new target. Bright red eyes blaze with obvious bloodlust, and his beak opens in a mimicry of a human laugh.
Aelwyn always made a point of calling Ren his boyfriend, a word neither of the boys have used themselves. Akechi's overheard her more than once, reminiscent of the kind of middle-school taunt bullies used to feel strong. A kind of bait he chose deliberately not to rise to, for... some reason. He should have ripped her apart the first time she tried mocking them both. He can do that now.]
He's mine. The only one who will kill Ren Amamiya is me.
[His voice emerges in a deep, guttural rasp as his talons click, click against the floor. He used to have gauntlets with talons like this. Boots, too. This is so much more efficient. His eyes brighten as with two powerful flaps of his wings, he lifts into the air, screaming more than crowing his victory.]
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Aelwyn always made a point of calling Ren his boyfriend, a word neither of the boys have used themselves. Akechi's overheard her more than once, reminiscent of the kind of middle-school taunt bullies used to feel strong. A kind of bait he chose deliberately not to rise to, for... some reason. He should have ripped her apart the first time she tried mocking them both. He can do that now.]
He's mine. The only one who will kill Ren Amamiya is me.
[His voice emerges in a deep, guttural rasp as his talons click, click against the floor. He used to have gauntlets with talons like this. Boots, too. This is so much more efficient. His eyes brighten as with two powerful flaps of his wings, he lifts into the air, screaming more than crowing his victory.]