#anw one step forward 80 steps back

[sunlessea]

“ you don't understand the grave nature of what's happening to us. ” - fires, to pages

dune : part one / @londonfallen

oh, if it could screech any louder, one would assume mr pages capable of waking the permanently rested, or worse yet, leading candles calcified corpse straight to their doorstep even outside the confines of masters' waking nightmares! fires should have kept its mouth shut : something it is so very incapable of, but would benefit from a great deal! the resulting crashes and almost animalistic wailing as it rounds on its poorly-postured colleague and all but bodies it into the ground ensures that anyone who may have been hovering its office in hopes of an artistic review for pages yet unpublished in their papers or novels must decide right then and there that this is perhaps not the best time to bother their tempestuous boss.

all for the best, of course, when the beautificous mr pages has found its claws wrapped around fires' throat with one hand, the other all but fighting against the grip it'd gotten on the malkavian's wrist before it could calm its raging heart by gouging the bat's eyes out!

"WE DON'T UNDERSTAND?! US? ME? YOU INCREDUDACIOUS, UGLY, PATHETICENT, HEARTGOURGED, FASCICRETIN, BOORIDESCENT—" its raving is loud, screeched at the top of its lung until its voice breaks : and were it that fires did not need to breathe, with how violently its claws tear into its throat in attempt to squeeze the false air out of its lungs! "AND WHO IS IT THAT CREATED THIS SYSTEM WHICH PUT US IN THIS POSITION?! WHOM AMONG THE MASTERS LIKE YOU AND YOURS ARE AT FAULT FOR OUR MISERY!!!!" tearing its opposing hand from the others grasp hurts, the marks it leaves behind on its own skin, but the moment their hand is free, they throw it down into fires' face, and hit it with the full force of its claws. wail on it, even! over and over, until its hits aren't even landing because fires has scrambled to grab its arms again — as it oft does, the altercation devolves.

it leaves them writhing, its adversary trying to grab it and flip their positions, but pages stubbornly refusing with a knee slammed into fires' hip, and then its side. leave it injured, bruised, beaten!

it hates mr fires!!!! IT HATES IT!!!!

"I DO NOT DESERVE BEING TRAPPED WITH YOU HORRIBLE, INCORRIGURSED, EVIL BEASTS! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! WE SHOULD HAVE CLEANED YOUR BONES!! LIKE THE NAME YOU BEAR, YOU DESERVE TO BURN, YOU MISBEGOTTEN MONGREL—!!!!"