@"Anzellous"
[ Ardos Ta'driz ]
Ardos thought he was used to this violence.
He'd had decades of it, and he did enjoy them to a degree, but despite the fact that many had fallen to his blade, he didn't really consider himself a bloodthirsty killer. He took no enjoyment in ending lives and spared those whoever he could, even if it was frowned upon in both his former and current job.
He wasn't like his cohorts at the Fight Club. He noticed there was always a glint of maliciousness and twisted sadism in Deith and Tao's eyes as they watched the idiots in the cages hurt themselves with ill-recommended weapons and bad fighting styles. They reveled in the chaos. Ardos thrived on order. He could only stand it by justifying to himself that his job was to bring order to this mindless and needless chaos.
But there were times that the things happening in the illegal establishment made him sick to his stomach. Such as tonight. He didn't even want to think about it anymore, it was that messed up, but it was a little hard to forget entirely when he came out of it with a black eye and a stab wound on his shoulder.
He was glad for the reprieve when someone broke the rules and they were a first time offender, so Ardos only had to grab him by the back of the shirt and toss him in the street.
The street wasn't cleaner than the building. But it was relatively quieter. There were no loud roars of bloodthirsty crowds to ring Ardos' ears like screaming banshees. He felt the cool air of the night splash on his face. That was when he realized he was shaking.
He didn't want to be here.
He sat next to a funky corpse dumpster with his legs pressed against his chest. His posture might've been helpless, but his expression definitely wasn't. Whenever someone passed by with malicious intent, he'd glare at them so hard they ran away immediately.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. His first instinct was to calm himself with his sister's voice... but that felt dirty too, somehow. She'd say cute things, and he loved her so much, but there was an underlying power dynamic in their relationship that made being dependent on her feel kind of iffy. He didn't have anyone else —
That wasn't true. He thought of a mischievous smile and wild, bouncy hair. The image was so clear that he felt himself blush.
Argh. Stupid feelings.
Should he text him? Would that be weird? That wouldn't be weird. They were friends...
But he might come off needy. It was getting kind of late, too. He might wake him up. And then he'd get angry and never want to be his friend again.
That was also stupid. He didn't think he'd be the type that would be angry. Amphy was always sweet and patient even if people made him uncomfortable, which he and his sister sometimes unwillingly did.
Fuck it, he was going to text him.
hey i dun tape well bat i tot id tex u how r u?
i just tot ayd ask bakes work is kaynda hell 4 me
dam i dono how spelling works at oll dont laf
Soon after he sent the message, he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. Why did he do that? It was a temporary moment of complete stupidity. That was probably it. Ardos started imagining the worst case scenarios all over again, feeling a confusing whirlwind of shame, self-hatred, anxiety and regret. He buried his face in his legs and prepared for the shitstorm to follow.
[ Ardos Ta'driz ]
Ardos thought he was used to this violence.
He'd had decades of it, and he did enjoy them to a degree, but despite the fact that many had fallen to his blade, he didn't really consider himself a bloodthirsty killer. He took no enjoyment in ending lives and spared those whoever he could, even if it was frowned upon in both his former and current job.
He wasn't like his cohorts at the Fight Club. He noticed there was always a glint of maliciousness and twisted sadism in Deith and Tao's eyes as they watched the idiots in the cages hurt themselves with ill-recommended weapons and bad fighting styles. They reveled in the chaos. Ardos thrived on order. He could only stand it by justifying to himself that his job was to bring order to this mindless and needless chaos.
But there were times that the things happening in the illegal establishment made him sick to his stomach. Such as tonight. He didn't even want to think about it anymore, it was that messed up, but it was a little hard to forget entirely when he came out of it with a black eye and a stab wound on his shoulder.
He was glad for the reprieve when someone broke the rules and they were a first time offender, so Ardos only had to grab him by the back of the shirt and toss him in the street.
The street wasn't cleaner than the building. But it was relatively quieter. There were no loud roars of bloodthirsty crowds to ring Ardos' ears like screaming banshees. He felt the cool air of the night splash on his face. That was when he realized he was shaking.
He didn't want to be here.
He sat next to a funky corpse dumpster with his legs pressed against his chest. His posture might've been helpless, but his expression definitely wasn't. Whenever someone passed by with malicious intent, he'd glare at them so hard they ran away immediately.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. His first instinct was to calm himself with his sister's voice... but that felt dirty too, somehow. She'd say cute things, and he loved her so much, but there was an underlying power dynamic in their relationship that made being dependent on her feel kind of iffy. He didn't have anyone else —
That wasn't true. He thought of a mischievous smile and wild, bouncy hair. The image was so clear that he felt himself blush.
Argh. Stupid feelings.
Should he text him? Would that be weird? That wouldn't be weird. They were friends...
But he might come off needy. It was getting kind of late, too. He might wake him up. And then he'd get angry and never want to be his friend again.
That was also stupid. He didn't think he'd be the type that would be angry. Amphy was always sweet and patient even if people made him uncomfortable, which he and his sister sometimes unwillingly did.
Fuck it, he was going to text him.
hey i dun tape well bat i tot id tex u how r u?
i just tot ayd ask bakes work is kaynda hell 4 me
dam i dono how spelling works at oll dont laf
Soon after he sent the message, he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. Why did he do that? It was a temporary moment of complete stupidity. That was probably it. Ardos started imagining the worst case scenarios all over again, feeling a confusing whirlwind of shame, self-hatred, anxiety and regret. He buried his face in his legs and prepared for the shitstorm to follow.
