rage!ray is ragey.
Oct. 24th, 2011 03:12 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[ he sits there, alone. He's not sure what he's supposed to be feeling besides the anger directed at one person. It wasn't right -- couldn't be at all. After all, what sort of man would he be if he let another get so far under his skin -- one that would force him to ruin a friendship that had kept him sane for years. He breathes in slowly, closing his eyes slightly, humming that song again. It was his fault.
But Rayleigh was never a person to take guilt in stride. Ever. ]
...fuck. [ he growled quietly, shaking his head and shuddering in the sudden rage that washed over him. The book folded in his lap was picked up and thrown against the wall. Body aching with anger. A man of his age -- acting like a child.
Fuck.
He was turning into him, wasn't he?! something he never ever wanted to be. next went the tea cup, listening to the porcelain breaking against the wall and falling to the ground in shards.
It was his fault.
All his fault.]
But Rayleigh was never a person to take guilt in stride. Ever. ]
...fuck. [ he growled quietly, shaking his head and shuddering in the sudden rage that washed over him. The book folded in his lap was picked up and thrown against the wall. Body aching with anger. A man of his age -- acting like a child.
Fuck.
He was turning into him, wasn't he?! something he never ever wanted to be. next went the tea cup, listening to the porcelain breaking against the wall and falling to the ground in shards.
It was his fault.
All his fault.]