#ihtiraq

[kezoire]

kezo was never so foolish as to believe that he'd defected from the organization peacefully and amicably, regardless of what they might have said to those when recruiting, or the lack of violence enacted when people did leave. but with him, he didn't just leave, he ran, he abandoned — erased all traces of his existence in his old dorms, tried to get one of the staff to erase his information from their system. of course, it was all haphazard and a moment of extreme vulnerability, working against a clock that was rigged from the start. of course, all of his actions were for naught. he knew they would still keep an eye on him, just as he'd done with the other defects or dire who refused to join. but unlike the others, he was openly defiant, he'd practically been doing their jobs for them in a more ... distasteful manner. so he was careful, regardless of how much he wanted to turn their system inside out — he was just a bug under their shoe, at the end of the day.

but coming face to face with one of their higher level agents ? with aalia ? it was enough for him to take the situation far more seriously than he would have had they sent any rookie. or literally anybody else. obsidians were glaring at them, expression as indifferent as he could make it despite the onslaught of insults they just kept throwing in his direction. “ was your mission to just bully me ? are you having fun ? ” he wasn't hurt, tone still holding some form of amusement, arms folded over his chest as he leaned his right shoulder against the nearby wall. thank god he hadn't underestimated the distance and missed. “ if i had known i was supposed to make a good first impression on you, i would've put more effort. you got me on an off day. but if we're taking reputations ... ” he trailed off, octaves low and steady as he shrugged, vaguely gesturing in their direction with his shoulder. “ i'm not going back. i don't know if they thought you'd be the one to bring me in, it's not happening. even though you're clearly not the type to take no for an answer. but if you must resort to violence, at least let me take the jacket off. i got it for a really good price. ”

@kezoire:  there is no wound that you can give me that i have not already given myself.  

``     bla bla bla.    ``  they immediately say. their eyes roll as their hand moves to mimic the annoyance on their face. aalia had little care for dramatic introductions and theatrics (who knows how many times fareeda has given them one already). it bored them greatly. they have always thought it to be so slow and vicious. ``     i don't care.    ``  upon saying this, they finally take a proper look at him. it's intriguing, really, what the organization makes them do at times. what care did they have for one of the dire that they keep their tabs on? but here comes the more important question: what care did they have for any of this? they shake their head at the thought, knowing that it was their connection to the demon that made them think this way. what a shame that they were reborn as hungry as they were now. their head tilts, then. ``     that's funny. are you what i'm wasting my time on now?    `` 

their weapon is placed into their pocket once again. they saw no proper need for it. there is always a part of them that preferred to dig in deep with their own teeth, but even then, they don't feel like either of those would be required. there is silent venom that can be seen so clearly in their eyes— one that they don't truly care to hide at the current moment. it wasn't necessarily directed at him, if they were being honest, but it didn't matter what it was directed it. it still existed and they seem to carry it with them everywhere they go. aalia clicks their tongue. ``     how boring. i expected more.    `` a little twisted smile forms on their lips. ``     you've got quite the reputation, you know.    ``