2/? (This will be very slow to update, but will continue, if OP!Anon is willing to wait.)
III
It was easier to lose himself in the swirling patterns the varicolored inks were making around the wasted glass, engulfing the smaller pieces and swallowing the parchment whole, snaking across its planes. After all, if Malik lost himself in the vibrant chaos staining his floor, he wouldn't have to face this mess just yet. The blue had now pooled around a cluster of dates, mingling to purple where the red had dared too close. Clean up would eat his afternoon.
One of the novices was moving his arm about, just inside his range of vision.
Malik would have to rebuy everything, too. What a waste of coin. A thick sigh spread past his lips, deafening in its finality; Altaïr would be paying for this with more than coin and penitence.
"Malik."
His head flung up at his name. At the warm hand clasping his arm.
Oh. Right. Altaïrs.
Malik was tired. Malik was angry. Malik was hungry and annoyed and about ready to snap after being accosted by this idiot novice, but his venomous glare met only cool apathy, and the flames of his hate choked out.
Altaïr was a lot things. Stoic was not one of them.
Re: altair: id, ego, super-ego
It was easier to lose himself in the swirling patterns the varicolored inks were making around the wasted glass, engulfing the smaller pieces and swallowing the parchment whole, snaking across its planes. After all, if Malik lost himself in the vibrant chaos staining his floor, he wouldn't have to face this mess just yet.
The blue had now pooled around a cluster of dates, mingling to purple where the red had dared too close.
Clean up would eat his afternoon.
One of the novices was moving his arm about, just inside his range of vision.
Malik would have to rebuy everything, too.
What a waste of coin.
A thick sigh spread past his lips, deafening in its finality; Altaïr would be paying for this with more than coin and penitence.
"Malik."
His head flung up at his name.
At the warm hand clasping his arm.
Oh.
Right.
Altaïrs.
Malik was tired.
Malik was angry.
Malik was hungry and annoyed and about ready to snap after being accosted by this idiot novice, but his venomous glare met only cool apathy, and the flames of his hate choked out.
Altaïr was a lot things. Stoic was not one of them.