Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2015 8:12:20 GMT -5
It was not like Stephane to actually rage. Usually he was more amused than angered by the situations that life threw out there. In frustration he became icy. His training as a soldier had taught him many useful techniques for finding the void amongst the emotion and he chose to use it in most interactions. But the announcement this morning had broken that. Shattered into a million pieces was the calm and cool, calculated manner in which Stephane always carried himself and the rage that overcame him was colossal. Of course, it had not exploded in front of Nicolette – he had sneered at her and hissed at her, but he had managed to contain it. He hated the feeling inside him, the bubble of his blood, and the swirl in his stomach, the angry pounding in his brain. The bitch had him by the balls. Fuck, he would ring her bloody neck!
So, with the need to expel this storm after leaving Nicolette’s room he went down the corridor and across to the secondary wing of studies where he suspected his father to be. He growled at anyone who got into his way until he made it into the room. He did not announce himself, for his father would hear him as he practically slammed the door against the wall and fumed with each step he took into the room. Almost kicking the door, he had the decency of mind to shut it, before the boiling point was met and he detonated!
”That fucking jumped up good for nothing little c-!”
Like a caged lion he paced as he swore, string words together in a nonsensical order to be fuelled by his wrath.
”That little slut, that little whore, the venomous asp! I’m going to fucking kill her, I’m going to bleed her fucking dry!”
Well hello Father.
~~
Benoit Deveraux
So, with the need to expel this storm after leaving Nicolette’s room he went down the corridor and across to the secondary wing of studies where he suspected his father to be. He growled at anyone who got into his way until he made it into the room. He did not announce himself, for his father would hear him as he practically slammed the door against the wall and fumed with each step he took into the room. Almost kicking the door, he had the decency of mind to shut it, before the boiling point was met and he detonated!
”That fucking jumped up good for nothing little c-!”
Like a caged lion he paced as he swore, string words together in a nonsensical order to be fuelled by his wrath.
”That little slut, that little whore, the venomous asp! I’m going to fucking kill her, I’m going to bleed her fucking dry!”
Well hello Father.
~~
Benoit Deveraux