[ Edward can never really tell with Izzy, whether he's genuinely angry or if he's just being a dick for the attention it nets him. And honestly, right now, it doesn't even matter, because he's pissed Edward the fuck off himself. He gives Izzy his blood, new strength and abilities, the promise of immortality, and this is the thanks he gets? A fucking are we done?!
Edward's eyes flash cold night-sky blue as he snarls, drags Izzy in by clawing both hands into his vest, and then slams him that much harder against the door; it rattles on its hinges with the force. But ultimately, his action is all thunder, no lightning. He can't threaten to kill Izzy; they both know he won't. Can't withhold blood he already gave, and isn't in the mood for more abuse.
Just as suddenly as the storm arrives, it passes. Edward lets go of Izzy all at once, to either try to catch his footing or fall; he doesn't wait to see. Instead, he turns away and growls as he stalks across the room, towards the half-empty bottle of bloodwine he has stashed from last season. ]
Yes, I'm done with you for tonight. Get the fuck out.
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Edward's eyes flash cold night-sky blue as he snarls, drags Izzy in by clawing both hands into his vest, and then slams him that much harder against the door; it rattles on its hinges with the force. But ultimately, his action is all thunder, no lightning. He can't threaten to kill Izzy; they both know he won't. Can't withhold blood he already gave, and isn't in the mood for more abuse.
Just as suddenly as the storm arrives, it passes. Edward lets go of Izzy all at once, to either try to catch his footing or fall; he doesn't wait to see. Instead, he turns away and growls as he stalks across the room, towards the half-empty bottle of bloodwine he has stashed from last season. ]
Yes, I'm done with you for tonight. Get the fuck out.