[Anger is not uncommon, not in new hosts, not in old hosts, not in any of them. The root of it- the loss is a root that grows long and thick and buries deep. It is not the anger that has Prince's attention turned to the newly hatched hosts. It's the direction. The focus. And then the fear.
That was dangerous- not immediately deadly, but he knew that the relationship broodmates shared could be irreparably damaged, and that could prove deadly. It leaves his mind open like an ear pressed to a door, even as he takes one short-cut, two, their minds unguarded, projecting loud if not entirely coherently.
When he steps out between them it is from a doorway that did not seem to be there before, sliding open just before he strides out of it, shoulders back, chin up, dark eyes trained on the one with the blade and the intent. There's a stillness to him that betrays nothing.]
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That was dangerous- not immediately deadly, but he knew that the relationship broodmates shared could be irreparably damaged, and that could prove deadly. It leaves his mind open like an ear pressed to a door, even as he takes one short-cut, two, their minds unguarded, projecting loud if not entirely coherently.
When he steps out between them it is from a doorway that did not seem to be there before, sliding open just before he strides out of it, shoulders back, chin up, dark eyes trained on the one with the blade and the intent. There's a stillness to him that betrays nothing.]
You will stop this.