[Something in Dean relaxes as Beatrix moves away from her. Something else tenses.
Dean himself doesn't move, except to take another step forward, better placing himself to step between the two women if he deems it necessary. Like Beatrix, he doesn't fear her, he doesn't fear anything she can do to him; they avoid each other, for the most part, and this is exactly why. She's excitable. Volatile. Too far, he thinks, gone for him to reach. They were never close anyway.
She's going to make one messy warden, he thinks, staring back at her. Then he glances down at Anya, as though considering.
There it is again. The thin, dark tear in him that started before he even got here, notably widened only to him, demands he do exactly that. Or maybe not. Maybe let her linger, let her marinate a bit in the things other people can do to her just because she can't stop them. Like Abigail. He wants it. He wants it badly.
His grip tightens on the razor, and he breathes in.]
...Nah. [He shoves everything - everything - back like this place has taught him, and swings his weighted fist as hard as he can for Beatrix instead.]
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Date: 2013-10-28 12:31 am (UTC)Dean himself doesn't move, except to take another step forward, better placing himself to step between the two women if he deems it necessary. Like Beatrix, he doesn't fear her, he doesn't fear anything she can do to him; they avoid each other, for the most part, and this is exactly why. She's excitable. Volatile. Too far, he thinks, gone for him to reach. They were never close anyway.
She's going to make one messy warden, he thinks, staring back at her. Then he glances down at Anya, as though considering.
There it is again. The thin, dark tear in him that started before he even got here, notably widened only to him, demands he do exactly that. Or maybe not. Maybe let her linger, let her marinate a bit in the things other people can do to her just because she can't stop them. Like Abigail. He wants it. He wants it badly.
His grip tightens on the razor, and he breathes in.]
...Nah. [He shoves everything - everything - back like this place has taught him, and swings his weighted fist as hard as he can for Beatrix instead.]