Acatl doesn’t think he’s ever been this angry in his life. No, that’s a lie. He’s definitely been this angry. It just hasn’t ever felt this personal before. He’s mine, Teomitl had said, and then, Aren’t you, Acatl-tzin, as though his loyalty is assured—as though Acatl will follow at his heels like a dog, no matter how stupid and selfish and short-sighted—he is going to break them, but he can’t see it. He’d stood in front of Acatl in all that finery, almost a Revered Speaker already, and he’d thought Acatl was so loyal, so besotted—
He chokes on the thought, slamming an open palm on the wall. No. Teomitl thinks he can be ordered around? Well, Acatl will prove him wrong. Let the boy ask him again. Let the boy beg. He won’t be listening, not anymore. He won’t be a party to this senseless destruction.
A voice in his mind whispers, Even if it takes Teomitl with it?
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl
Acatl doesn’t think he’s ever been this angry in his life. No, that’s a lie. He’s definitely been this angry. It just hasn’t ever felt this personal before. He’s mine, Teomitl had said, and then, Aren’t you, Acatl-tzin, as though his loyalty is assured—as though Acatl will follow at his heels like a dog, no matter how stupid and selfish and short-sighted—he is going to break them, but he can’t see it. He’d stood in front of Acatl in all that finery, almost a Revered Speaker already, and he’d thought Acatl was so loyal, so besotted—
He chokes on the thought, slamming an open palm on the wall. No. Teomitl thinks he can be ordered around? Well, Acatl will prove him wrong. Let the boy ask him again. Let the boy beg. He won’t be listening, not anymore. He won’t be a party to this senseless destruction.
A voice in his mind whispers, Even if it takes Teomitl with it?
He ignores it.