Indeed, Murmur was ever slow to anger. Even in acts of violence, there was an unnerving disconnect between the action and his countenance. Calculating and brutal, he destroyed with efficiency, not passion. It was a mistake, however, to assume he was beyond emotion. The glacial angel moved through existence with measured purpose, the outer facade unchanging, belying that which lay buried deep within. When a crack formed, it festered, it worked and spread until finally...
A break. Then everything came falling down.
While utterly devastating and furious, one could battle a wildfire. An avalanche one simply had to hope to survive.
The man, now commanded to silence in such a way he had no hope of regaining his tongue until Murmur relented, merely shot Greed an irritated look, before glancing more nervously toward the chilly angel who was watching him pointedly out of the corner of his eye. Facing forward, stock still, eyes tracking his every move. It was terrifying, frankly. He'd always thought angels were supposed to be the good ones.
While Murmur didn't react immediately to Greed's chiding, the chill in the car did sharpen, but for a moment. A threat of winter's deepest chill, where even the hottest fire struggled to produce warmth. Rather than take his bite to Greed at the moment, he focused his attention on their unwilling driver.
"He knew the cost when he sold his soul. The window for buyer's remorse... has passed."
The man winced slightly, scowling but not daring meet the angel's narrowed eyes. Finally Murmur turned away, focusing his attention on the road before them. How long this trip was taking already irritated him. Most of the time he could be patient, but much like that tumbling building snow from a mountainside, now that he was angry he wasn't going to calm down until the situation had been resolved.
Permanently.
"The humans and their toys do not concern me," Murmur quipped, switching his attention to the sky above them. Behind them, a storm raged, chasing their wake with all of heaven's fury. Finally Murmur turned to level that icy venom-green gaze of his upon the sin. Generally, he didn't make direct eye contact, always looking just a little off to the middle distance past whoever he was talking to. When he focused, well... the object of his focus would understand why immediately. It didn't feel like one pair of eyes, or even two, but came with the sensation of being stared down and peeled apart under the scrutiny of countless eyes. This was the sensation Greed would experience now, under Murmur's pitiless stare.
"Do you presume I will be waiting in the car for you?"
His voice was calm, the thunder roiling overhead was not.
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A break. Then everything came falling down.
While utterly devastating and furious, one could battle a wildfire. An avalanche one simply had to hope to survive.
The man, now commanded to silence in such a way he had no hope of regaining his tongue until Murmur relented, merely shot Greed an irritated look, before glancing more nervously toward the chilly angel who was watching him pointedly out of the corner of his eye. Facing forward, stock still, eyes tracking his every move. It was terrifying, frankly. He'd always thought angels were supposed to be the good ones.
While Murmur didn't react immediately to Greed's chiding, the chill in the car did sharpen, but for a moment. A threat of winter's deepest chill, where even the hottest fire struggled to produce warmth. Rather than take his bite to Greed at the moment, he focused his attention on their unwilling driver.
"He knew the cost when he sold his soul. The window for buyer's remorse... has passed."
The man winced slightly, scowling but not daring meet the angel's narrowed eyes. Finally Murmur turned away, focusing his attention on the road before them. How long this trip was taking already irritated him. Most of the time he could be patient, but much like that tumbling building snow from a mountainside, now that he was angry he wasn't going to calm down until the situation had been resolved.
Permanently.
"The humans and their toys do not concern me," Murmur quipped, switching his attention to the sky above them. Behind them, a storm raged, chasing their wake with all of heaven's fury. Finally Murmur turned to level that icy venom-green gaze of his upon the sin. Generally, he didn't make direct eye contact, always looking just a little off to the middle distance past whoever he was talking to. When he focused, well... the object of his focus would understand why immediately. It didn't feel like one pair of eyes, or even two, but came with the sensation of being stared down and peeled apart under the scrutiny of countless eyes. This was the sensation Greed would experience now, under Murmur's pitiless stare.
"Do you presume I will be waiting in the car for you?"
His voice was calm, the thunder roiling overhead was not.