| Roshan simply watched her, his own cocksure, arrogant grin remaining. An ear flicked forward, not letting his anger get the best of him. It was obvious by the sick, twisted expression that pulled upon her lips - her real lips, mind you, not the macabre facsimile of a wretched smile - that emotion sung through her veins, but he truly did not care. She wanted him angry, and he would give her no satisfaction. She wasn’t worth his time. The clown stood in his way as though that would honestly deter him. He almost laughed. What a fucking idiot. The woman spouted some nonsense about whoever the fuck Jesus was as though that should have meant something. Roshan only arched a brow. Vendetta was forever the yardstick he would measure fear against, and this clown with her childlike face paint did not even come close. Maybe the next time he saw the black market’s ruby rose he would mention this bitch… Surely Vendetta would get a kick in giving this clown a real joker’s grin. “I’m sorry your drug trips give you scary nightmares,” Roshan stated rather conversationally, keeping that grin, the taut pull of lips in an amused, hubristic smirk. Mahogany eyes glittered in the dim light of the alleyway, his expression positively wicked, “But I really don’t have time for you. Nor are you worth it. Ta.” Taking a step back if only to give himself the space, Roshan took a momentary glance above where they stood. Mottled, spotted wings spread wide, and with a mighty shove the painted stallion launched himself off the sand-packed earth and into the air. There wasn’t a lot of room for maneuverability, but he was an experienced flyer and didn’t doubt his ability. Flying was a lot like thieving; it came naturally to him. Up and over the clown’s head did he soar, and with a flick of the tail did he land upon the ground on the opposite side of her, hooves once more meeting packed sand and earth. Twisting his neck, he glanced over his shoulder and just laughed. “You could have said ‘please’.” And with that, he continued down his original path, continuing on as if she had never blocked his route in the first place. |
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