When they came back to the tent the clothes were far away more reddish than when they left. Adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, echoes of his men shouts in his mind, both one who won and those who fell. They were still shaking with anger, fright and courage all crossed with the aftereffects of adrenaline overdose. The aftermath of a battle always leave him giddy with a mix of uncontrolled emotions, he couldn't have said how he knew his people's feelings exactly, but he did. They belonged nowhere but him, he was his nation, they were his people.
Favorable emotions took control, they had won the battle after all, they went on, and on, and gradually everything began to take on an edge, a frisson, a tension he couldn't seem to control. Gilbert turned to face Mello, grabbing him by the blood stained shirt and, in lack of better words to describe it, tried to devour him.
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Date: 2009-11-27 01:28 pm (UTC)Favorable emotions took control, they had won the battle after all, they went on, and on, and gradually everything began to take on an edge, a frisson, a tension he couldn't seem to control. Gilbert turned to face Mello, grabbing him by the blood stained shirt and, in lack of better words to describe it, tried to devour him.