Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

to the untrained eye, amadeo looked as rivenwood knew him — but deep within the bearing of his step was a furious thirst, a violence that almost created a fissure in his facade. surely, he had been clocked by the man's intuition; like how the herds scatter just before a storm rises. and in some way, amadeo was aware of this, and in some way, that was the reason for the inevitable carnage which towered over them both.
on the surface, it is only the rage of testosterone; amadeo was now the captain of this proverbial ship, both of heda and of rivenwood itself, and no sane man would want his betrothed's rat-faced, useless baby daddy lingering where he was not wanted.
anselm stares, but backs up; moves away.
amadeo's response is a flare of his hackles, his body a bristling eclipse of midnight against the afternoon sun. his message is clear in every way save for verbally — get the fuck out of my home.