Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
She was nothing. Just another spoiled brat of a girl who flutters her lashes and wings and has the world handed to her. Regardless if that was true, he figures he knows her type. Knows exactly what she is. There’s something though just out of reach, simmering beneath her dark speckled skin. As if she’s capable of more. It’s not that he finds her weak, no he’s the weak mortal fool in this situation. He just hates her for everything she is, everything she stands for. Everything she has that he doesn’t. And the fact that he’s somehow manipulated power over her, he shouldn’t be thrilled by it but he is.
He hates her so much he wants to taste the droplets of water that drip seductively along the curve of her shoulder. He hates her so much that he wants to touch her and see how she would respond, the thought of her gasping in surprise making him incredibly uncomfortable. He knew how foals were made, had seen it or heard about it from others. It wasn’t something he had yet experienced for himself. But now, now he can see himself doing all those things with her. To her. Not see… Wants.
This realization hits him. Hard. And it only makes him sneer harder, the corner of his lip curling into a snarl. He will not let this… girl… get the best of him. He hates her. He HATES her. As she spits at him and snaps her tail, god how he hates her. She snaps at him about character and his response is no less scathing. “Yet here you are, threatening me with your…protectors.” The last word is drawn out. ”But you’re not judging me?” A brow raises as he mocks her, mocks her bullshit coverup even as he knows he doesn’t blame her for the assumption. A thought that’s fleeting and disappears as quickly as it came. There’s a strange glimmer in the depths of red as he watches her, noting the subtle softness of her body relaxing, and he dares himself to move closer. Just two simple steps that bring him close enough for him to reach out and caress her cheek, if he wanted. His nostrils flare as his muzzle slowly extends out, his breath steaming through the rain that continues to drench them. Not touching but dangerously close. “Is this the kind of action you expected?” A pause, bringing his muzzle down as if he might press it just against her jaw.
A lot of things happen in a short amount of seconds. He realizes in her words, what she’s expecting him to do. It sickens him in ways he didn’t realize and it bothers him… Bothers the man who doesn’t care, that she would just accept such a fate. It’s in that moment, as she looks deep into the depths of red, that he realizes why he hates her so much.
So he does what he does best. He is cruel. He lies.
Disgust flares back in his face, dilating his pupils as he laughs low and soft and pulls his muzzle from where it had hovered so close to hers. “As if I would lower my standards for the likes of you.” The smirk is back on his lips, crimson iris’s dancing with a dangerous flame as he doesn’t step away from her. Instead he bathes in the result of wherever his insult may have landed. And while the thrill of hurting her still pulses through his veins, something else pulses there too. She wanted him to be a devil. He was happy to comply to whatever she wanted him to be.
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@[Cheri] Ummmm <3333