i want to tear your heart out // anger

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── he might've angered his brother slightly at the cold demeanor but he didn't want to talk to his own blood right now. scratch that, he didn't want to talk to his own  blood that  wasn't jormungand right now. she asked what their favourite color was, and he frowned, tail flicking. "does it really matter?" he responded, his voice a surprisingly cold whisper, watching as atticus approached, making a far more useful statement. no matter what kold did with the colors it wouldn't help that his father was missing. "he could be killed and you're thinking of colors?"

"speech"