Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170608194533

Ham &amp; Cheese Omen wrote: Crack.''The ombre's eye twitched slightly, his nose scrunching up out of distaste before he gritted his teeth. One of his hands quickly gripped the pudgy woman's small wrist, his formerly tranquil royal blue eyes now becoming icier, more venomous. He stepped forward, his other hand balling up in a fist before he blinked. "You have no. Fucking. Right. To disrespect or hurt me or your own fucking cousin," he began, his voice ominously low that was seething with toxicity and hatred. Harvard's eyes looked as if they were about to burst from their sockets as an ignited flame almost reflected in them, "First of all, it's pretty childish that you think two men in a relationship is Satan on a fucking pike. Second of all, what in the actual FUCK is wrong with you?!" At this point, the ombre had Elizabeth pinned to a corner of the room while his voice became more and more cold, his gaze piercing right through hers. The woman's tricks aren't fooling him - not at all. Crack. "Do you have any idea of what you're DOING? You've not only hurt my husband, but your own fucking cousin - a fucking human being. You can't manipulate him into your bullshit mind tricks - I've fucking seen it. You're the mind manipulator, puta, you're the one who has no fucking clue of what me and him had to go through!" His voice bellowed explosively, which was beginning to echo throughout the cottage. Eventually, he gritted his teeth even more, soon enough tackling her down to a vintage china cabinet to the opposite side of the kitchen, his hands cupping the collar of her shirt. Shards of the glass doors fell on the cement ground, his shoes crunching them as he adjusted his stance. "Do you know why I murdered Tina and Liam?" he asked the certain question rhetorically, adding subtle emphasis with it as well, "They wanted to threaten our lives - our fucking family. Those two wanted to kill us separately. And why do you think we've kept your children from you, and why Collie died in the car accident?" Crack! His patience finally gave way, his calm nature disintegrated completely, and was replaced with pure rage, distaste and disgust, and genuine hatred. Even though ideas of peace and resolve were an option, it was simply thrown away. He has had enough. Finally, Harvard hurled the petite, pudgy woman down to the ceramic tile of the kitchen floor his hands squeezing on her small arms before he poised a fist in the air. Shortly after a second, his fist crashed against Elizabeth's cheek, hearing a satisfying crackle. Before long, he would continue punching her in the face, head, and stomach which took him an advantage to speak once more. "You're RUINING your own fucking family - YOU'RE RUINING LEON'S ONLY FAMILY HE EVER FUCKING HAS LEFT. You have no idea how much of a childish idiot you are; not only have you allowed yourself to wallow yourself in self-pity, but you brought your own CHILDREN down under, too. Isn't this want your baby wanted - is this what Collie wanted?! ...It would've been a lot better if you joined Collie and your baby in that accident."  As soon as he finished, Harvard rose up from the ground, practically pulling Elizabeth's hair from the scalp, forcing her to rise up from it, shards of glass and colored porcelain pelting her legs. The ombre wasn't even aware of how many tears were falling from his cheeks due to having to yell at volumes he hadn't yelled before, future consequences, and that what Elizabeth said before wasn't audibly spoken, but to him, it doesn't matter. She got what she deserved. "Vete al infierno."'' Elizabeth's ear-ripping screams echoed throughout the house, holding her venomous glare as she desperately gripped at her bruised rib, choking on her own bile as nausea built up at the back of her throat. She thrust herself forward, trying to hit Harvard back until a loud shatter of glass interrupted her thoughts. The woman whipped her head around, the scathing retort that danced on her lips abruptly fading as she spotted a figure hovering by the doorframe, shards of a broken picture frame scattered around his feet. It was Leon. His eyes were wide open in an absolute despairing terror, silent tears running down the sides of his cheeks while his lips, although trembling, were pinched shut. As if even the smallest noise could trigger a storm. Finally processing the situation, he battled the desire to run straight over to Elizabeth to fuss over her wounds and backed away, his emotions getting the better of him as he let out a terrified whimper. Not at his cousin, but at his beloved, looking at him as if he was a stranger. Backing away, even more, he tried to run away, but stayed put, frozen by fear as he continued to look at Harvard with heartbroken eyes, barely stammering out what he was trying to say. "S-Stay away- Please- Please don't hurt me-"