#neschastnyy: vyacheslav

[kxllerblond]

“The car’s a piece of junk anyway, they’re not gonna miss it.”/ from Vyacheslav!

One might have mistaken his unwavering gaze for the distant wreckage as one who was fixated, entranced even by the beginning dances of flame, by the thick curling plumes of spoke that had begun to trickle upwards not long after the vehicle had been sent on its doomed trajectory to the bottom of the escarpment and had made impact.

If not for the slight jump at his jawline, if not for the telltale sign of a clenched jaw-—one might have truly suspected him to have been rendered as speechless as the vehicle was now motionless. His gaze flicked upward to the evening sky and he sucked audibly at his teeth as if the motion itself could calm his agitation and return to him his eerie calm he carried with him like a second skin. With the way he exhaled a steady sigh and seemed to stand that much taller, perhaps, it somehow had.

No, for Clark to be rendered speechless was but a fool's dream. He gathered and collected his thoughts, picked through them like important trinkets that had their very specific times and places to be showcased....but he was never without something to say.

❝ No, they won't. How could they miss it, darling? What with how you've made it into a spectacle for them to gawk at. How could anyone miss THIS ? ❞ a sweeping gesture for the general direction of the wreckage, the impatience gnawed at the undertones of his flat, droning monotone. Even without much inflection, it was easy to tell Clark was belittling the agent.

❝ They won't miss the piece of shit car, you're right. But they won't care about what vehicle we totaled, they will care that we totaled THEIR vehicle. Do you understand? This was an entirely unnecessary and inflammatory gesture and it will cause us as equally unnecessary grievances in the very near future so...thank you, dearly. ❞