They're a shiny set, a matching pair. It sickens him. They were never meant to start like this, forced into a caricature of cohesion and pretty play-acting. It all makes her hate him all the more; he can sense it, through her subtle stares and mocking laughter- Eagleface? Who did you piss off? He teases back, of course. It's in his nature, even if his nature screams out against these shackles. He curses Gorsestar, and he's right to. It's all this that leads to his death. This match, so perfect on paper, is the start of a long spiral down.
get on the pureclan history train heading straight for oh-my-otp town
shit that's a terrible sentence