Post by ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ on Nov 27, 2014 18:08:11 GMT -5
ooc: *-*
muse: very high
music: killer (nightcore)
muse: very high
music: killer (nightcore)
Stuck in a limbo (here we go)
Me and my sins go (toe-to-toe)
I played a vicious part (Whoa)
[I broke an unfair share of hearts]
Inwardly, he smirked. He had her practically wrapped around his paw. They moved to a silent rhythm, slow and beautiful, that only they could hear. It was a rhythm that he set, and she followed. This was the way it was meant to be. Now that she was his, he would lead, and she would follow, blindly, like a baby deer hobbling after its mother. Just like all the others before her.
She is no different.
Just like the rest of them.
Shape her to your liking.
They're all the same.
Suddenly, she sprang away, her eyes shooting wide as she rapidly put some distance between them. What's this? Her gaze sliced into him, piercing his skin and even managing to work its way beneath his flesh. It hurt. Impossible; this was all impossible, it wasn't happening. Birchflame blinked, his seductive gaze clouding with confusion. Resistance? She was resisting him? She spoke without warning and without warmth. "Oh and I suppose a cat like you would know all about that, right?"I'm about to blowSo if you come around then you should knowI'll tear you up in two[Go ahead walk it off if you know what's best for you]It hurt. He wasn't used to this kind of pain, it really, really, hurt. The ice in her words buried thorns in his heart that tainted his blood with their venom, leaking their way into his veins, making his entire body ache. He didn't like this at all, not at all.
Make it stop... make it stop...
It's your fault in the first place.
It's not my fault.
You-
It's not my fault!
Silence. There was pain in her eyes, too. If both of them were hurting so badly, then why had she said that? Wouldn't it have been better for both of them if she'd just let him have her? So why? Why did she resist him, and how? This may have seemed like an irrational question to most, but let us keep in mind that he has rarely, if ever, been refused by a female before. And never like this. Was she even mortal? Did it matter? The fiery tom stared at her wordlessly, struggling to whip up a witty response, and when he failed at this, resorted to a serious reply. However, every time he opened his mouth, these words failed him too, and eventually, he just gave up. Not his fault. Not his fault.
More silence.
And he tried again, but all he could come up with was,"I'm sorry."I'm no good for youThis heart ain't built for two soRun away, Run away[Cuz I'm no, I'm no, I'm no good for you]