His eyes were wild, feral gold, and the angry snarling was audible even through the black leather covering the lower half of his face. Boot tracks, crimson and glistening, marred the polished floorboards, and one sai flashed out, jabbing point-first into the wall as the Fox growled aloud.
Over and over, he stabbed the wall, raking at the cheerful pale yellow wallpaper and leaving shining red smudges against the pale pine. All of his sounds were incoherent and rising in pitch. A glass shattered against the far wall, but the redhead standing in the doorway didn’t flinch.
Moving slowly, Aria walked towards the Fox, her eyes violet and watchful. Without a word to him, the mesmer settled onto the floor and folded her legs before putting her arms up to him. “Come here, love,” Aria said softly.
The sai clattered to the floor as the Fox turned, and he fell into the mesmer’s arms. Blood stained the pale blue of her gown, but Aria only wound her arms about him and drew his head down to her lap as she bent over him and began to murmur softly.