[ falco was never one to go violent. he’d always been one to shield people from violence, the amount he’s seen from so young causing a gap in his will to cause pain to anyone else. but if there was something that losing galliard had taught him, was that sometimes— there wasn’t much choice, no matter how many voices may say the contrary. if you didn’t fight, people could die, and that guilt would be on the head of those who could but never did.
falco doesn’t attack the older boy, per se, but being shoved rattles the presence of the silence in him like prodding a snake. it’s a mixture of knowing what he had to do and becoming increasingly less patient with the memory. he balls his fists tightly to his sides and drives his shoulder into ercole to push him right back and away from where he was set on going. ]
I won’t!
[ if he never put his foot down, people would keep walking right over him. falco didn’t bite, but he did bare his teeth. ]
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falco doesn’t attack the older boy, per se, but being shoved rattles the presence of the silence in him like prodding a snake. it’s a mixture of knowing what he had to do and becoming increasingly less patient with the memory. he balls his fists tightly to his sides and drives his shoulder into ercole to push him right back and away from where he was set on going. ]
I won’t!
[ if he never put his foot down, people would keep walking right over him. falco didn’t bite, but he did bare his teeth. ]