04-10-2020, 07:12 PM
Draco had half of a mind to tear Rebelle limb from limb. He’d thought about the stench of her blood when he found her in Loess. He’d hoped that he would stumble upon her corpse half-eaten, a present from Ripley.
(Draco, while vindictive, is not fond of dirty work; the very thought of another’s blood staining his white bed sheets gives him pause.)
But the demon mustered onward, and when he had finally locked his eyes onto that vicious pink coat . . . He swallowed back a violent physical rage and placed a wicked smile on his face. No, he told himself as he took one forced and polite step forward, leaving a bloodied body in Loess will do no good. Not that stealing does much good either, but—no set of hands could pry Draco from his shiniest prize: revenge.
He thinks of her, dead, when he finds her in the dust bowl. Draco hadn’t thought much of her, actually, until she became so crystal clear before him. So real and raw but all Draco can muster is a flash of the hot, homicidal anger of when he had first stolen her. It isn’t a startling sensation, certainly not. It lifts his lips into his most charming smile yet.
“Hello, darling,” he states simply, tilting his head so that shadows deepen on his face. “You look thin.”
(Draco, while vindictive, is not fond of dirty work; the very thought of another’s blood staining his white bed sheets gives him pause.)
But the demon mustered onward, and when he had finally locked his eyes onto that vicious pink coat . . . He swallowed back a violent physical rage and placed a wicked smile on his face. No, he told himself as he took one forced and polite step forward, leaving a bloodied body in Loess will do no good. Not that stealing does much good either, but—no set of hands could pry Draco from his shiniest prize: revenge.
He thinks of her, dead, when he finds her in the dust bowl. Draco hadn’t thought much of her, actually, until she became so crystal clear before him. So real and raw but all Draco can muster is a flash of the hot, homicidal anger of when he had first stolen her. It isn’t a startling sensation, certainly not. It lifts his lips into his most charming smile yet.
“Hello, darling,” he states simply, tilting his head so that shadows deepen on his face. “You look thin.”
@[Rebelle]
hitch a ride on my violence