100-Word Challenge: Rage
It’s overwhelming, the anger that toes the line over rage, settling within his bones and scorching his soul.
All that time, and now we’re nothing to him, the little voice whispers from its home in the darkest section of Garreth’s mind, behind lock-and-key. We were only ever a substitution—a pawn in a grandmaster’s game.
Something in Garreth shifts—snaps and settles just left of center.
Sebastian drapes his arm over Ominis’ shoulders, drawing a soft smile from the blond, which he hides by sipping his Fizzing Whizzbeer—Garreth’s creation.
The voice hums, a gentle buzz in his mind, and a plan forms.
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