[ Tuck's sorry excuse of a flower is mocking him personally as it sits in a clay pot by one of the stained windows. Right beside it is Vyng's, a vibrant cardinal rose also mocking him. Both are mocking the shit out of him in tandem! They are tag teaming him and waiting for Tuck to tap out of the full nelson they've got him in.
But like hell he is tapping out! If anyone's tapping out it's these fucking flowers! Now fully immersed in a dark snit, Tuck's restless pacing finally stops him in front of the flower pots. The ones mocking him! So, to stop them, he quietly swipes his hand over the window sill and pushes Vyng's flower pot onto the floor. It shatters in a spread of clay and dirt that Tuck doesn't bat an eye over.
In fact, the sounds of shattering clay give him a rush of pleasure, but it doesn't last long. A spontaneous temper tantrum isn't going to fix how he feels. He steps over his mess and heads for the door without TLC. Likely a stupid move, but he's not thinking clearly, or maybe he is inviting danger to strike as he heads to the harsh sea shores where everyone washes up on. ]
closed to Vyng
But like hell he is tapping out! If anyone's tapping out it's these fucking flowers! Now fully immersed in a dark snit, Tuck's restless pacing finally stops him in front of the flower pots. The ones mocking him! So, to stop them, he quietly swipes his hand over the window sill and pushes Vyng's flower pot onto the floor. It shatters in a spread of clay and dirt that Tuck doesn't bat an eye over.
In fact, the sounds of shattering clay give him a rush of pleasure, but it doesn't last long. A spontaneous temper tantrum isn't going to fix how he feels. He steps over his mess and heads for the door without TLC. Likely a stupid move, but he's not thinking clearly, or maybe he is inviting danger to strike as he heads to the harsh sea shores where everyone washes up on. ]