this is not how you do the thing | Vaas

Quasar’s head jerked up. Right eye twitching, his brows furrowed. How dare Vaas come to him now, after he slammed his head against his failure one too many times? Copper flooded his mouth; he blinked, huffed, and swallowed the bloody saliva. Fucking teeth. Couldn’t kill Palm Glade’s enemies, but damned sure could wound him.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he growled, flashing his teeth before he turned his head away from the tiger. His blood pressed against his temple, throbbed in his ear, and he inhaled, exhaled, inhaled to fight the headache.

“I blinded Dovah. I nearly offed myself just to make a fire. I couldn’t even manage to use the damned thing properly in a real battle.” He snapped his jaws and glared at the tree, an intended target and practice lightningrod, but its unmarked surface only pissed the apprentice off further. “This fucking electricity won’t listen to me!”

His jaw set. Every muscle around his face and neck cramped like a vice, and the headache blossomed into pain. Tongue running over his fangs, he cut himself again as he grimaced. Why? He’d had his power longer than Medusa, Rhine, and Vaas. Why could they control their elements? How could he fail this badly?

“How… no, what the fuck do I even do with this dangerous power?”

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