12-31-2016, 03:37 AM
He liked the idea of ownership; he liked it very much.
Looking upon her walking through the land, beautiful, even though slightly broken, he imagined that he could do worse. She was sweet and soft and easy on the eyes. It was a shame about the curve in her spine and the way that she felt the need to backtalk even when she could hardly look him in the eye, but she would do. For now, she would do. He softened to her at this thought, pleased with his newest acquisition.
It had been some time since he had last called upon her, but he’d kept tabs on her and her whereabouts. It wouldn’t do for her to wander into someone else’s clutches, for some other man to take possession of what was so obviously his own. And today, he decided it would do her well to see him again. As he walked near her, he felt the Fear rise up within his chest, but this time, he toyed with a different idea. It was tempting to paint a new picture for her. To cast himself in a different light. Could he pull it off? Could he make her see something else?
Not for long, of course.
Just long enough to see her soften. To see her fall prey to his pretty black eyes and handsome smile. Wouldn’t it be sweet to rip that all away? Would that be enough to break her?
The pleasure of the thought warmed his face as he approached her, his smile soft, his eyes bright. He curled around her possessively, mouth trailing along her side as he came to a stop. Bruise was young but he was continuing to fill out, his slender frame beginning to harden with muscle, his angular face becoming less boyish. As he came to a stop, he reached over to lip affectionately at her mane as he had seen couples do, successfully pantomiming the motions. “I have missed you, Rhae.” Not entirely a lie, although not true in the sense that he hoped she would take it. “Have you missed me as well?”
Bruise
head like a hole; as black as your soul.
@[Rhae], I thought a new thread could be fun.
