Lumi watched Nel go to move, braced to drag her back from Wonderweiss, and saw Marluxia stop her. When she responded to his actions, Lumi's lip curled, exposing teeth. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been so angry. The feeling was immediate and seemed to flare and then burn in him, as though somebody had struck a match. His first mad instinct was to drag her off him, but it was an impulse he mastered with only a soft growl to betray it. How dare she?
It would be so easy to shoot her. He didn't have Hollow rounds in his gun, but this proximity and a delicate human skull would provide no resistance to a bullet, Arrancar or not. He didn't, though. No, that would be ill advised. If the shot didn't distract Wonderweiss, the outcry from the other Arrancar would. Without the thought of distraction he may still have resisted, if only in deference to the help she had provided him over the past few days. That deference, however, would only go so far.
He walked over, transferring his gun to his off hand, taking off the safety when he had, and grabbed her wrist with his right, gripping tightly enough that she had no choice but to let go. He turned her to him by the arm, leaning down to look her in the eyes, his own narrowed, the pupils slits.
"Should you retain the same disregard for your life when this is over," he said, voice soft, words measured, "by all means threaten him again. Until then, however, keep your silence. Wonderweiss would not thank you for the interruption."
The click his pistol made as he cocked it was soft, but not soft enough to go unheard.
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Date: 2016-07-06 12:23 am (UTC)It would be so easy to shoot her. He didn't have Hollow rounds in his gun, but this proximity and a delicate human skull would provide no resistance to a bullet, Arrancar or not. He didn't, though. No, that would be ill advised. If the shot didn't distract Wonderweiss, the outcry from the other Arrancar would. Without the thought of distraction he may still have resisted, if only in deference to the help she had provided him over the past few days. That deference, however, would only go so far.
He walked over, transferring his gun to his off hand, taking off the safety when he had, and grabbed her wrist with his right, gripping tightly enough that she had no choice but to let go. He turned her to him by the arm, leaning down to look her in the eyes, his own narrowed, the pupils slits.
"Should you retain the same disregard for your life when this is over," he said, voice soft, words measured, "by all means threaten him again. Until then, however, keep your silence. Wonderweiss would not thank you for the interruption."
The click his pistol made as he cocked it was soft, but not soft enough to go unheard.