Teja Magnus Stefan Wartooth (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} athousandcuts) wrote,@ 2009-11-24 00:38:00 |
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Finally, he was at an age he thought he could be comfortable with. Teja had hit 12 and a half on Thursday morning, but that's when the hormones started kicking in. He wasn't aware of it at first, but his increasingly irritable state made Teja realize that oh yeah, puberty works. And that the rest of the day would be hell. Not hell for him, perhaps, but for everyone else.
He tried to hold it back, to be honest. He tried to keep his thoughts to himself and his mind on everything but his increasing desires, the slow, needling insatiable urge to rip into somebody, or to fuck somebody. Or, of course, both at once. He tapped his fingers on the desk, and then, looking up and across the room, he excused himself from Offdensen's presence. He had a look in his eyes that was beyond just the usual fire of bloodlust that he always had.
It was a look that very few people in this world would know. It was a look that sometimes his father got.
Teja had gone berserk.
He stalked his way down the hall of Mordhaus, his fingers twitching at his side, before he crouched down and got out his boot knife. Feeling it in his hand again was enough to take the edge off for a split second, before the need for blood and satisfaction came to him double the amount. He couldn't wait for someone to brush against him, look at him, do anything even remotely untoward.
He tried to hold it back, to be honest. He tried to keep his thoughts to himself and his mind on everything but his increasing desires, the slow, needling insatiable urge to rip into somebody, or to fuck somebody. Or, of course, both at once. He tapped his fingers on the desk, and then, looking up and across the room, he excused himself from Offdensen's presence. He had a look in his eyes that was beyond just the usual fire of bloodlust that he always had.
It was a look that very few people in this world would know. It was a look that sometimes his father got.
Teja had gone berserk.
He stalked his way down the hall of Mordhaus, his fingers twitching at his side, before he crouched down and got out his boot knife. Feeling it in his hand again was enough to take the edge off for a split second, before the need for blood and satisfaction came to him double the amount. He couldn't wait for someone to brush against him, look at him, do anything even remotely untoward.