Jason's never averted his eyes from a threat in his life. He feels anger more than he does self-preservation; the world's dangers are nothing more than inconveniences. Sometimes he wonders if he doesn't have a drop of his brother's blood, but while his brother took Death to bed Jason only eyes her sidelong as they pass in the streets, his gaze lingering around her waist. He meets Dorian's eyes with equal rage, although unlike Dorian's, his is old and firmly at home in his, as if there's no other place for it to be.
Jason snaps his fingers and the Avox hustles back to the kitchen, collecting dishes and juices for Dorian. He holds the folded paper out, a schedule, handwritten because Jason doesn't like to print things. "Here's what we'll be doing today."
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Jason's never averted his eyes from a threat in his life. He feels anger more than he does self-preservation; the world's dangers are nothing more than inconveniences. Sometimes he wonders if he doesn't have a drop of his brother's blood, but while his brother took Death to bed Jason only eyes her sidelong as they pass in the streets, his gaze lingering around her waist. He meets Dorian's eyes with equal rage, although unlike Dorian's, his is old and firmly at home in his, as if there's no other place for it to be.
Jason snaps his fingers and the Avox hustles back to the kitchen, collecting dishes and juices for Dorian. He holds the folded paper out, a schedule, handwritten because Jason doesn't like to print things. "Here's what we'll be doing today."