Re: [Brandon Shipping]
Thomas felt a physical pain into one temple behind his eyes, a drilling sensation that went down and pulsed new pain there, a thudding sound that made it difficult to hear. He flattened his hands on the desk, and heat from the surface of his skin spread out in a visible halo around the edges of his palms and fingers.
"I didn't use you as a weapon. You wanted to be part of what I did, and I gave in to that desire. You were not a child. You were young, but you were not a child. You want me to take your obsession with a woman seriously, and yet you expect me to question the desires you told me were logical and mature? You need to make up your mind, Luke. Either you were capable of making your own decisions or you were stupid and gullible as I led you along by the nose."
The steam handprint reversed itself as chill replaced energy that Thomas automatically conserved as his anger spread out in a tangible aura to anything that would listen. He let it, because his control was enough that he could handle the consequences later. His voice was rising. "You cared? You felt things? And because you are so good at feeling, you think that I can't? That I don't know what it's like to lose?" Thomas made a sharp, disparaging sound with the flat of his tongue against the top of his throat. "You are impossibly selfish, and blind to anything that is not a mirror image of how you like to handle your emotions."
Thomas made the ice in his voice a sharp point. "Maybe if I screamed and told you more about how everything going wrong was your fault, you might decide my opinion on your mistakes was viable. How about that?"