Seth Horus
Crimson Vampire
Student...sorta
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go
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Post by Seth Horus on May 23, 2013 18:59:50 GMT -5
The mist seemed to sneak around his ankles, rubbing against it like a kitten begging for attention. It curled and played around the clearing. It almost seemed to cliché but he wasn’t really paying attention. He wasn’t the slightest bit surprised as to where he was, he barely noticed it as he walked through the forest with a sort of single minded determination. He had to get to the clearing. He wasn’t entirely sure why this was, he just knew that he had to, he had to before it was too late.
He was dressed to the nines, with a fancy shirt and suit and pants, the whole nine yards. He barely noticed. Usually he wouldn’t be caught dead in this. Even for the fateful masquerade that would later turn out to have sealed his fate to be alone for the rest of his life, as far as he could tell, he had only worn a button down and a tie, he had never been this dressed up in his life. Before he had been marked there had been no chance, he had just been a street rat in what was then London, really. And after he had seen no reason to get for that stuff.
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
[/center] He wove in and out of the trees, it felt like it was taking forever when it looked like the clearing was just so close to him. He had to get to it. He still wasn’t sure why but he could just so barely hear music playing in the back of his mind. Where was it coming from? He wasn’t entirely sure he just knew he had to get there, with the single minded determination that usually possessed people from time to time. He just had to get there, nothing else mattered. Nothing at all. And once he got there he saw why. She looked at him with those wonderful sapphire eyes of hers, looking gorgeous and wonderful in the dress she had worn to the masquerade. [/i]A second chance his traitorous mind whispered but he barely took notice of it. The music was loud enough that he could hear it now. He could hear the beat. And he made no stopping, just went to her and as natural as breathing—though he himself didn’t really know how to dance—they fell into a waltz.
When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all And the blood’s run stale [/center] They moved around the clearing, her head against his chest and he sighed, holding her close dn taking comfort in how close she was, how wonderfully close she was. He shouldn’t be allowed to have this moment, he had done nothing to earn it and he truly did not deserve it. But for that moment he would forget and allow himself to waltz and whirl with her around the clearing, among the mist that swirled and played around their ankles as they moved. Neither spoke, neither needed to. His beauty was in his arms and that was all that truly mattered to the crimson fledgling. It was all he really cared about. He spun her about the clearing but when her sapphire eyes sought out his own gold ones he refused to look down at her. He couldn’t. He didn’t know why but something in him told him not to look, he couldn’t look. It would be his undoing and then she would see everything, everything that he didn’t want her to see in his eyes. Everything she couldn’t see otherwise she’d be hurt and he couldn’t allow that. He couldn’t. [/i] I want to hide the truth I want to shelter you But with the beast inside There’s nowhere we can hide [/center] He wanted to keep dancing like this forever. If they could just stay this way, just stay in this perfect moment where they could be alone and in love. Where he could bask in her glow and forget that he didn’t deserve even a moment of her attention. He wanted that, he wanted to feel that way, he wanted to feel like he was allowed to love her. Because he did, oh how he did, far too deeply and far too much. It wasn’t safe for either of them, he wasn’t good and she deserved someone good, someone who was good enough for her. But slowly, her attention brought his own downwards until his eyes met her own. For a moment it was wonderful, when gold met sapphire and he held his breath. He had to. Because he had had this dream before, as he was beginning to realize this was a dream, and he knew what happened when she met his eyes. She saw his darkness and it was too much, it would always be too much. She gasped and withdrew from his arms. [/i]Demon . A name she had never called him but he could picture how it would come, being spoken from those lips he missed kissing.
She looked at him like she had that night. She gave him that look of pure hurt and sadness like she had when she was battered and bloody and wearing nothing but his shirt, when he had had to lie to protect her. He would do it again too, to keep her safe. But he did wish she wouldn’t have looked at him that way. For a moment, that image was superimposed on the one that he saw and he stumbled back, and back, taking faltering steps.
Your eyes, they shine so bright I want to save their light I can't escape this now Unless you show me how [/center] Until he fell into a giant abyss and sunk and fell, fell forever like he knew he deserved[/i] He was sweating when he woke up and at some point he had fallen from his bed down to the floor, like he always did. Serenity, the gray tabby kitten he had picked up some months back and cared for more than he would ever admit in public, stood half on his face, batting at him to try and wake him up. If a kitten could look concerned…well mostly he figured she wa sjust hungry. He swore and wiped his hand down his sweaty face. And then gently pushed her off so he could feed her. He hated that fucking dream .And yet it just kept coming no matter what he did. For weeks now, ever since he had gotten drunk and ended up at her place. It was going to be his undoing. Because what hurt almost as much as her looking at him so hurt and pained? Was feeling her in his arms again and for a second letting himself think she could possibly still care for him. How could she, after all, when he was just a demon? He fed Serenity absent mindedly as he thought, barely noticing the action but doing it out of the constant habit. After that it was a matter of moments to pull on his shirt and leave his dorm room, knowing the cat would be fine because she always was. He needed to go and clear his head before he lost it. He was a crimson after all, it had been a long time since he had lost his mind but it was totally possible that it would happen again if he wasn’t careful and he was trying to be careful. Still trying to be good for her. Even now. He shook his head and kept walking. No, he wouldn’t think about that. That would undo him and no one needed an undone Seth. He would just go for a run, that always helped, right? He sighed a bit and ran his fingers through his hair. He just had to go and get himself in love, didn’t he? Darius had been right. Now he was all sorts of fucked up and it was his own fault. Go after the ultimate challenge, make her fall in love. And then fall in love in the process. That hadn’t been the plan. He reached the forest and paused. He always ran in the forest but for a moment he wondered if that was wise. It looked so much like his dream. But he always did it and maybe it would do him some good to keep the routine. Yeah. Right. Words: 1422 Muse: Epic Comments Nada <3[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Lightning Strife
Azure Vampire
Student
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Post by Lightning Strife on Jun 23, 2013 1:38:42 GMT -5
No one had warned her that trees were uncomfortable to sit in.
But then again, no one had exactly told her to go sit in a tree for two hours and forty fucking minutes, did they?
Shifting her weight, the azure pressed her lips together to stop herself from muttering insults of her own behalf and trees in general--after all, it was her own fault she was here.
Well, technically, it was Julian's fault--but that thought train could just derail right there.
See, Lightning had elected herself to go upon a certain mission. The save-the-brat-pack-and-then-yourself mission. Why? Because they fucking needed it, that's why.
And so, she became the rock.
Ironic she knew, but they were all desperate--whether they admitted it or not.]
Lightning had gone to Cris first. Mostly because she was closest to her, and the undeniable fact that Cris had been Lightning's first friend; which sounded incredibly sappy, and the azure was confident that she'd never admit the fact to anyone ever. The results had been somewhat satisfactory, more shocking than anything.
She supposed that she was counting on Cris to be at least ok, plainly due to the fact that she hadn't been involved in the nightmare that the rest of the pack had been put through by Julian and his psycho sidekick. To tell the truth, she'd been hoping that the crimson was doing better than the rest of them--the girl had always been one tough bitch, from the first moment Lightning had met her. To see her so--broken, so ice cold and no fire was weird. Not even that--it was scary as fuck.
She sighed. She supposed being a bystander of the games was just as painful as participating in them--it would explain why her brother was avoiding her, at least.
Anyway, after her little rendez-vous with Cris, Lightning had decided it was time to tackle the big one: the pack leader, Sephora.
This one would be trickier than most, more because of the fact that (shamefully) Lightning didn't know as much about the girl than she did with Cris. I'm gunna have to fix that, she thought grudgingly. Sure, they'd go out for lunch and plait each other's hairs.
Cute.
However, despite the lack of knowledge, Lightning had managed just fine--the pack had always been a popular subject of gossip around the campus seeing as they, apparently, were the most defiant of the entire year (maybe even the entire student population), and were proud on that fact. All except Raea, really, but she was a sweetheart--but judging from the new years ball, Lightning suspected that that was soon going to change.
Anyway, it turned out that all Lightning needed to do was to corner some girl and threaten her until she said all she knew about Sephora Taryn, and boy did that girl spew her guts out.
So yes, Lightning knew all about Seth Horus.
Like where he liked to run, for instance.
And so the brunette had sneaked into the administrations office and stole his class schedule and noted down the times of his classes (not that she presumed he went to them, if the rumours were true), and had packed up a bag full of apples and headed towards the forest during his free periods to set up camp in some fucking tree.
She had dressed in what she liked to call combat gear: black boots, shorts and a drop arm top. She meant business, and she sure as hell looked like she meant it. Twirling her skull ring absentmindedly with one finger, she rested her head against a thick branch that ran beside her, lazily searching the forest floor for any sign of the blond.
Maybe this was pointless. It certainly felt like it was, and if anything, Lightning hated wasting time.
With another sigh, she picked up another apple from her bag and bit into it, running her tongue softly against the juicy fruit. It was when she swallowed that she could faintly hear the soft but rapid pitter patters of feet hitting earth echo amongst the trees. The footsteps (most definitely someone running) began to grow louder with each passing second, and Lightning straightened up, keeping her balance on the branch she was currently sat on, leaning forwards so that she could have a better view of her surroundings.
It took four, maybe five seconds before he came into view, and the brunette only had a quick moment to think shit, he's fast, before taking another second to steady her aim and throwing the apple she'd bitten at the boy.
She couldn't help but feel slightly proud when it hit him square in the back.
Tilting her head to the side, she arched a brow questioningly, lips set into a smirk not quite arrogant, but getting there. "Seth Horus?" Not waiting for a confirmation--please, she'd done her homework--she picked up another apple and threw it into the air before catching it again. "Seph says hi," she lied--she was testing his reaction. She wanted to see if the rumours were true, and then she'd go from there.
"And Lightning says you're a little shit, and we have to talk."
Killing two birds with one stone there: introducing herself in an ironic twist of Simon says (thus administering her authority over him, might she add--yeah, she was good), and telling him the agenda of just why she was here. She threw and caught the apple once more, her smirk only widening, her tone mocking.
"Lightning also says you better sit the fuck down or you're getting hit with another apple, bitch." As if to prove her point, she bit into the fruit, keeping her eyes locked on his as she did so.
"So," she began, "what's your poison?"
Her eyes suddenly narrowed--the smirk was gone, yet the apple remain poised, ready to be thrown.
The fun and games were over.
"What did you do to Sephora."
NOTES: hope i did the dare thing right? ehe hope it's ok bro. outfit~
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Seth Horus
Crimson Vampire
Student...sorta
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go
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Post by Seth Horus on Jun 25, 2013 19:38:09 GMT -5
First thing most definitely first: Seth was not himself lately. He was a far cry from the sarcastic boy who never let anything get to him, that was quick with a challenge and not so quick with a shoulder to cry on. He was not the ass that he preferred to be. It was almost laughable how he had come so far from that. How now he was good, now he was the good that she wanted after she was no longer his. That made a pain shoot in his heart. Huh, who knew he still had one of those?
She had been making him good though. She had been making him care, making him ditch his usual games and his usual assery. And so he had gone dark, he had gone bad because being with her had made him feel too much of a hero, and he was no hero. Well look where that had gotten him. With her nearly dead and him feeling dead inside. Cheers and drinks all around with that one. And now he was such a pure boy who just slept all the time that it was ironic, it took losing her to make him good? Fuck.
Well, he slept all the time when he didn’t have nightmares. Nightmares? No, that wasn’t quite right. Nightmare. The same one over and over again. She was in his arms, they were dancing and it felt so right, he didn’t question the place, or the mist, or what they were wearing. He considered it a second chance to see her in the dress she had been in the night he had helped Julian take her without realizing that he was doing that. And then she saw his face, looked into his eyes, and that face, that expression that he didn’t want to see again, was there so clearly.
And then he fell. Like he deserved to fall.
It was the same thing over and over again, every night. So he slept a lot, true, and he moped a lot, very true, but it was never well. It was never a good night’s sleep. He bet she was happy about that, happy to know he was getting just as much torture in the head as he deserved for what he had done to her, to her and her friends. It hadn’t been meant for her, he hadn’t known she would be there. But that he had helped take her friends? He knew to her that was just as bad as if he had known she would be there too. But what could he do now? He couldn’t take it back.
He wished he could take it back.
It made him ache, it made him hurt, so he went to do what he always did. He ran his fingers through golden hair and sighed, looking out into the enchanted forest. He always ran this way, always ran every day to get the aggression, the pain, the feeling out of his system. He ran to keep himself strong so he would never again be weak as he had been as a street rat years ago. It was possibly because of this, or possibly because he had always trained, that he had never met a crimson fledgling faster than himself and he even could beat most onyx’s if he tried. He was damn fast and he was usually damn proud of that.
Now it was just something to do to escape for a while, to literally run from his demons. But that was impossible, he couldn’t run from his own mind, from what was inside of him. He didn’t deserve her, he was not good enough for her and he knew it. But did it have to plague him every day?
With a sigh he took off running, down his usual path. He started off slowly, not getting to his usual pace, but soon enough eh was going faster, like it could help him to escape all that plagued him so deeply in the back of his mind. He couldn’t outrun his thoughts but he could pretend to for a time. It helped him to be blank for a little while, to shut it out and move on.
And then something hit his back.
He had been hit with worse, growing up. He had the scars to prove it, but all the same he stopped and rubbed his back where he could, pausing to turn. What the fuck? He arched a brow. A fucking apple. Who through apples at people? He got his answer a moment later when someone called his name. He looked up. Lightning. The name came to him after a moment. He had recognized her as one of Seph’s friends, one of that group that had been taken, but the name took longer because he had never bothered to care enough to learn Seph’s friend’s names.
And then she said that Seph said hi. And it took everything in Seth not to flinch back at that. No she didn’t, she couldn’t, because she hated him. She hated him if she knew what was good for her anyway. With the threat hanging over their heads that she didn’t even know about, that he couldn’t tell her for fear that Julian would enact it. He crossed his arms like he didn’t give a shit but his face was dead. She had mentioned Seph, he was dead inside. He had to be.
”Sorry, I don’t do heart to hearts” he replied, leaning back against a tree, debating running again, and just ignoring her. She was talking in third person. Who did that? Seth didn’t care. He wanted her gone, or him gone. She was a reminder of too much shit already.
He arched a brow at her threats. He wondered if she realized that by locking eyes with him she had already set herself up to be subjected to his affinity. If he wanted she wouldn’t throw the apple, she’d be too calm. It had kept Seph from stabbing him, and that was a tall order. This would be easy pickings. He ddn’t bother replying to her threats, he just knew that his face said it all, she didn’t threaten him, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything these days.
Her next question and the eyes narrowed. Didn’t she know better than to mess with a crimson on delicate subjects? He shook his head. ”Ask her if you want to know.” was the answer. No, he wasn’t pleased. Not at all.
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Lightning Strife
Azure Vampire
Student
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Post by Lightning Strife on Jul 8, 2013 12:33:34 GMT -5
To tell the truth, Lightning didn't really have a solid plan; sure, she'd thought ahead about sneaking into Admissions and finding out the school gossip, but when it came to actually confronting Seth Horus? She sorta came up with a blank. But, hey, Lightning was never one to stick to plans anyway--she figured she'd just kinda know what to say when the time came.
So when she threw the apple at the boy, she was nearly as surprised as he was.
Her brother always used to say she was too impulsive for her own good. But that was good, wasn't it? Thinking on your feet and the like. She frowned slightly, both brows drawn together to form a crease in the middle--it was what kept her alive during the game. She'd followed her instincts, and the ending result had been ok, hadn't it? She'd come out alive and well, with all her friends still in tact, right?
The brunette paused, pressing plush lips harshly together as her mind failed to think of the appropriate answer--no, it wasn't that. She knew what she should say, what she wanted to say. Lightning wanted to answer yes, yes they were fine, all safe and sound--but that would be lying, because everyone knew that they were precisely the opposite of fine. That they were all broken in their own ways, all torn and burnt by a fire that couldn't be extinguished; not until it was too late.
But she was trying.
You had to give her that much credit.
But is it too late?
The thought flashed and lingered dangerously too long, and with a shake of her head she waved it away, dismissing it as nothing but negativity from the pessimistic side of her mind. But, she couldn't help but silently agree.
Maybe, perhaps--it was?
Cris had been in bad shape; she hadn't even properly seen the others yet. Raea--well, she'd been avoiding Raea, but there were rumours that she'd broken up with Pride, so Lightning guessed that the girl was pretty much a wreck, same with Seph. The last time she'd seen Ki and Justin had been too long ago, and since then, they'd both been no shows. And Red?
Well, who even knew where that girl was.
It was odd, because she'd hadn't actually heard from the redhead since the games--the azure paused, eyes widening, lips parting into a disturbed 'o', muscles beginning to lock into place; did Red ever make it out?
Did we forget about her? Did I leave her behind?
No.
Shaking her head once more, she pressed her hand to her neck, eyes momentarily closed. No, of course not. They wouldn't--they couldn't. The pack weren't the type to just leave people behind. She was sure of it.
Letting out a small breath of air, her gaze turned to the boy on the ground, who had no stopped to rub his back where he'd been hit, turning to face her. He arched a brow, and she mirrored the action, taking note of the look of recognition that flashed across his features as a good sign. Good, he knew who she was. That made this a lot easier, then. Biting into her apple, she'd lied, telling him that Seph had said hi, and it was in that moment, that immediate reaction of his, that she knew something was up.
The boy's features remained still (except becoming harder, maybe), and he crossed his arms loosely, almost casually, as if to show that whatever it was that Lightning was saying had no effect on him. She scanned his face, his eyes, for something, anything to react upon, but she came up with nothing--she'd seen this before. On Ki, on Cris.
That blank, dead look so many adorned, to hide what they truly felt.
So it was more because he didn't react, that Lightning just knew--she'd hit the jackpot. People didn't fight so hard to appear like they didn't give a shit just for nothing.
”Sorry, I don’t do heart to hearts,” he replied, leaning against a tree as if to publicly show how little he thought of her. As if a child had gone up to an adult and told them that they had a friend only they could see, and the adult would simply reply with a knowing smile and say, 'how intriguing, dear'.
Lightning frowned--she didn't like that. Being patronized. She didn't like it one bit.
Her eyes narrowing, she threatened him, lip curling back to bare teeth, her fangs poised to descend (all for show--she wasn't a crimson), when he simply shrugged them off, arching one brow in reply.
She supposed she should've guessed that Seth Horus wouldn't succumb easily to threats--he did used to date Seph, remember? The boy would need balls to manage that feat.
Think, Li.
It was then that she asked the question about Seph, and his eyes narrowed, to which she couldn't help but grin at. So, there it was. Stick to the subject of Sephora, and the boy would react. She tilted her head to the side, one brow raised ever so slightly. How intriguing.
”Ask her if you want to know.”
Well, it wasn't like she expected him to pour his heart out to her anyway.
Unfazed, Lightning shrugged, lips slightly pursed, and she grabbed her bag of apples and denim jacket off the branch and threw it onto the floor, before following soon after (she'd chosen a small tree, because her fear of heights made it impossible to sit anywhere higher than two meters off the ground), landing with a small grunt. Straightening, she cocked one hip, one hand resting on her side, brow arched and lips tucked into her signature smirk. Flicking her bangs out of her eyes, she threw the apple that she still held in her free hand into the air, before catching it once more.
"Listen, buddy," she began, throwing the apple once more, "I get it. You know, the whole tough guy act." She waved a hand dismissively in his general direction, eyes flickering once to examine the apple, before returning to settle on his eyes once more. Lightning had a thing about eye contact--most people avoided it, which was precisely the reason why she sought it out so often. It showed confidence, dominance.
It showed that she wasn't weak.
Shifting her weight, she considered moving towards him, but decided against it, hanging back. The rumours around school had also depicted Seth as a dangerous guy--Lightning was sure she could hold her own against some (she had her affinity to thank for that), but when it came to hand to hand combat, she pretty much sucked. Chewing on her cheek, she eyed him warily for one moment, before continuing. "But i just want you to know, Seth, that i don't like to waste time. You are going to tell me what happened, whether it's going to be the hard way--" Here she threw the apple once more, "--or the easy way, understand?"
Taking another bite from her apple, she chewed, giving him time to reply, to think. With a mouth full of fruit, she mumbled out a barely comprehensible, "trust me, this is me helping," before swallowing, wiping the edge of her mouth with the tip of her finger.
Arching a brow, she silently added, helping Seph, not you.
But he didn't have to know that.
Feeling generally confident in the situation, she flicked the apple core away from her, and dug into her bag for another, her gaze settling back onto Seth's, locking eyes with determination, arrogance, as she twirled the fruit around her fingers.
Defiant, she thought. She was being defiant, dominant--she held all the cards.
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Seth Horus
Crimson Vampire
Student...sorta
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go
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Post by Seth Horus on Jul 10, 2013 18:54:43 GMT -5
He remembered the pain, the ache, when he had been told, when Julian had mocked him and said that he knew what Seth had done. When he had thought, for that one painstaking moment that she was in trouble again. That he knew that Seth had said what he said to keep Seph safe. No one knew that. Julian was just a smart bastard. He had said such horrible things to Seph, things that couldn’t be true. That she was just a challenge, that he had never cared about her, that she meant nothing. He couldn’t protect her physically that night. He wanted to. But he wasn’t stronger than Julian, and he had wasted so much of his energy keeping an entire party of people calm and happy so that way no one would notice that certain people were disappearing.
Even thinking about how he had said those things now made him stumble, just a step, as he ran. Nothing could have possibly been further from the truth. She meant everything.
But he had looked at the situation. She had been stabbed and was bleeding, was wearing nothing but his shirt that she kept trying to take off, that Julian wanted to kill her and basically kill him by making him see. He wanted to make Seth harder, a better worker for him. So Seth had done it. He had shut himself down, and off, and said those things to make her run. To make her safe. And then he had fully intended to go after her, to make her see. To make her forgive him somehow…somehow.
And then Julian had stopped him. If you tell her the truth, if you even talk to her. I’ll kill her.. And he would. He’d kill her. He’d make Seth watch and he’d break the person he held most dear. When had that happened? When had Seth, the hard hearted player who took the challenges, made them fall, and then left, fell for a woman? When she had walked into his life and been so stubborn, when she would have run if not for his affinity, when he had had to trick her into everything and it had been fun. When she had been the challenge he had needed. The one he couldn’t break because who could break Sephora Taryn? But he had gotten her to run his way, and he had run with her for a time.
He missed that.
He scowled and kept running. He damn well better get used to missing that. He couldn’t let himself have her, not anymore. She was miserable, he knew it because he had seen it, he had slipped up. But she was better miserable than dead. Anyone was better miserable than dead and eventually she’d call him a bad memory, an ass, and she would move on. He wouldn’t. But that was okay, because she would be alive.
Oh fuck what had happened to him?
He supposed all the same he was still a man, still strong. Anyone who could keep up with Seph and not die had to have some sort of strength, right?
In the middle of that thought he felt something hit his back and he stopped, turned. A fucking apple. Who threw apples at people? He got his answer when a girl talking in third person spoke up and he looked up to see her in the tree. She mentioned Seph and he reacted how he did to her name, by pretending it didn’t matter, he didn’t give a shit. Which would be a lie but hey, he was going to keep that to himself. He recognized her after a moment.
Lightning. One of those he had helped get into the Game, one of those who had gone through it. She seemed to be doing well for someone who survived one of Julian’s twisted plots but that was putting it lightly, wasn’t it? No one ever really did well. She just seemed to be more together, and aggressive. Still, part of him remembered seeing her terrified, so as much as a tough act as she was putting on, she didn’t scare him. Not that she would normally.
He felt sorta bad, knowing he had a hand in it. But that was mostly because it had affected him and Seph, more than any real remorse. She had hit him with an apple, he was allowed to not really have any good will towards her, he thought.
She asked about Seph and he really decided he had no remorse for her right now. He didn’t give a shit really, he didn’t want to talk about Seph, he couldn’t afford to slip up especially to one of her little pack members. That wouldn’t go well and she didn’t even know the damage she was potentially doing by trying to talk to him about Seph. And he couldn’t tell her. So he shut down, because well fuck he just didn’t want ot talk about her either, it hurt like fucking hell as much as he didn’t want ot admit it. So no, he wasn’t going to fucking answer her and she didn’t intimdate him.
She jumped from the tree and he just arched a brow at her. She really had to realize that he didn’t really find her intimdating, or scary. He had been with Seph who threatened to stab him every time he kissed her—and he quite enjoyed kissing her. Little Lightning didn’t bother her. ”Act” he scoffed, in answer, with a roll of his eyes. Tough guy act. Right. That was all it was. He’d like to see her try and prove that. He was pretty sure he had the ass thing down.
He laughed, one without any sort of humor at all, when she said they could do this the easy way or the hard way, and that he would tell her. She kept eye contact with him, fine, he wouldn’t break it. He was a Crimson, they didn’t do things like that it was seen as week. He took an easy step forward, towards her, keeping it casual but he was, indeed, a crimson. A dangerous air sorta was something he was good at, on top of his personality. ”I don’t think you want to do it the hard way with me” he said, lowly, unleashing his affinity ever so slightly, he was good at doing it in ways that the other person didn’t really notice, making it slowly increase so that it felt natural and poor girl was so insistant on eye contact…well that made it too easy.
”And you’re not helping anyone by making me talk about it” he growled out, low, and a little more dangerous sounding than he intended. She didn’t realize it but he was protecting Seph. Nothing was more important these days, even protecting himself didn’t get as high and that was saying something. The boy would get slightly dangerous when it came to protecting his love. Even if she wasn’t allowed to know he loved her.
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