"Easy to turn a blind eye when it doesn't hurt for you, right?!" Zelos says, and--
mother fucKING SON OF A DICK
First and foremost, Anna jumps back out of Zelos' reach and drops Malos' sword, which dissipates immediately. No more of this bullshit.
"Malos!" she shouts, voice sharp, as she rounds on him. He flinches, deliberately avoiding her gaze.
He was keeping such a tight hold on the emotion bleed that Anna really had no luck of feeling Malos' panic. She should have noticed that she couldn't feel anything from him, really, so that's on her but. Anger snaps hot in her chest, heart dropping into her stomach. She wants to yell at Zelos, becuase that's not fair, that's not what she meant, but Malos' panic slips through his grip on the emotion bleed, then, and.
Oh, Architect. It's bad.
It's really, really bad.
She staggers a little under it as she marches towards him, zeroing in on this becuase he's hurting, he's hurting and he didn't tell her, she was hurting him and he didn't fucking say a word.
"Malos what the hell," Anna spits, furious. "Why didn't you say anything? We literally-- you know the drill!" Their entire family is a collection of people who have all been scarred by trauma in some way, so they have systems in place, agreements, safewords, I-can't-explain-but-trauma-just-got-real-bad-so-stop-everything code words. "Fucking shit I could have hurt you!!"
She's almost in his face now, seething with fury and pain and he still flinches away from her-- but it's guilt that coats their emotion bleed, and embarrasment, and-- that panic panic panic so thick they're going to choke.
"Didn't wanna spoil your fun," Malos mutters.
"I'M NOT EXACTLY NOT HAVING FUN IF YOU'RE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!"
"It's stupid--" Malos begins, and then stops at a look from Anna. He huffs. Rolls his eyes. "I know, I know, trauma ain't stupid but like. It ain't his fault!"
"It-- What." Anna starts to go off about how that doesn't matter all that matters is Malos not putting himself in danger of the physical or emotional kind but his word's register and. Whose fault is it not? "What are you...?"
Malos turns his head away further, rubbing at his scarred arm. "It's just-- It's like I'm standing there waiting for my shield to fucking fail all over again. Like any minute now we're gonna fucking die. Like-- fuck." He presses his hands against his eyes. "It's-- It's not his fucking fault."
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mother fucKING SON OF A DICK
First and foremost, Anna jumps back out of Zelos' reach and drops Malos' sword, which dissipates immediately. No more of this bullshit.
"Malos!" she shouts, voice sharp, as she rounds on him. He flinches, deliberately avoiding her gaze.
He was keeping such a tight hold on the emotion bleed that Anna really had no luck of feeling Malos' panic. She should have noticed that she couldn't feel anything from him, really, so that's on her but. Anger snaps hot in her chest, heart dropping into her stomach. She wants to yell at Zelos, becuase that's not fair, that's not what she meant, but Malos' panic slips through his grip on the emotion bleed, then, and.
Oh, Architect. It's bad.
It's really, really bad.
She staggers a little under it as she marches towards him, zeroing in on this becuase he's hurting, he's hurting and he didn't tell her, she was hurting him and he didn't fucking say a word.
"Malos what the hell," Anna spits, furious. "Why didn't you say anything? We literally-- you know the drill!" Their entire family is a collection of people who have all been scarred by trauma in some way, so they have systems in place, agreements, safewords, I-can't-explain-but-trauma-just-got-real-bad-so-stop-everything code words. "Fucking shit I could have hurt you!!"
She's almost in his face now, seething with fury and pain and he still flinches away from her-- but it's guilt that coats their emotion bleed, and embarrasment, and-- that panic panic panic so thick they're going to choke.
"Didn't wanna spoil your fun," Malos mutters.
"I'M NOT EXACTLY NOT HAVING FUN IF YOU'RE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!"
"It's stupid--" Malos begins, and then stops at a look from Anna. He huffs. Rolls his eyes. "I know, I know, trauma ain't stupid but like. It ain't his fault!"
"It-- What." Anna starts to go off about how that doesn't matter all that matters is Malos not putting himself in danger of the physical or emotional kind but his word's register and. Whose fault is it not? "What are you...?"
Malos turns his head away further, rubbing at his scarred arm. "It's just-- It's like I'm standing there waiting for my shield to fucking fail all over again. Like any minute now we're gonna fucking die. Like-- fuck." He presses his hands against his eyes. "It's-- It's not his fucking fault."