[in another life he might have been able to take something broken and make it new. To lovingly scrape off the rust and buff out the nicks of abandonment. To, with a firm hand, give purpose to something so openly desperate for it.
But he was too eager. Too inexperienced. A teenager fumbling in the backseat of a dark car. It couldn't be blamed for bitting him instead. The jagged scars on his neck are testaments to failed patience.
His legs collapsing are also proof of it. Still, his fingers claw as he loses his grip, desperate to cause damage even as he completely fails to kill it. She's been forged too well for someone like him to ever damage. He hits the ground with a frustrated yell, kicking out in impotent rage.]
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But he was too eager. Too inexperienced. A teenager fumbling in the backseat of a dark car. It couldn't be blamed for bitting him instead. The jagged scars on his neck are testaments to failed patience.
His legs collapsing are also proof of it. Still, his fingers claw as he loses his grip, desperate to cause damage even as he completely fails to kill it. She's been forged too well for someone like him to ever damage. He hits the ground with a frustrated yell, kicking out in impotent rage.]