The Courtyard: Alex, Ashton, & OPEN
"Oh, you're pretty alright," a biting voice said, coming from behind. Barclay stood there, the gaunt, pale British boy overcome with a fury that people rarely ever saw. In fact, Alex had been one of the few to witness it, when Barclay had made him run around blind in the woods.
Barclay had seen the display from afar, watching Alex-as-Ashton approach Ashton. As the witch approached the pair, his rage grew with each step. His vengeful mind wanted to hurt Alex, almost entertaining the thought of letting him be impaled by a tree. But that would solve nothing. In fact, that kind of response was probably the exact thing Alex wanted. To get them into trouble. Again.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" Barclay's words could have cut glass. He glared at Alex, approaching. "You couldn't get your way, not even after you attempted to murder him, so you devise... this plan to get at him? What is it that you want? Do you want to get him so angry that he'll kill you? Is that your glorious plan? You're perfect way of revenge?" Barclay shook his head. "You're pathetic."
Barclay turned towards Ashton. "C'mon, Ashton," he implored, hoping to get the dragon out of his mounting rage. "He's not worth it."