say my name you know who i am
10-01-2015, 05:04 PM
He grinned at Valentine’s promise, for although it may have sounded as playful as his suggestion of the duty, Nagendra very much did hope that he would genuinely be considered for something so exciting, so special. In his romanticizing of such tasks, he had cut out much of the harm that could come from espionage and sneaking about. Not his own bodily harm, but the kind that really mattered – whatever lives he might harm in secret-stealing and the infiltration of lifestyles. He didn’t think much about the darker characters that were more often than not associated with it – only of the thrill and risk.
Nagendra’s question was a hammer, and so as it was brought down did it strike upon Valentine’s pretty mask. The porcelain of all the nice things Nagendra had come to know him by – the allure and the kind attention that the brown wolf craved – was fractured. Not shattered, but fractured. And so did a delicate sliver of the mask fall free, allowing Nagendra to see and feel something he did not like. He did not like the way Valentine spoke to him. He did not like his tone. He did not like the hypocrisy that he tasted on that two word response. He did not like the underlying threat he felt prickling beneath his skin. His smile vanished. His tongue ever so slightly traced the insides of his lips. He did not want to argue with Valentine (especially since he suddenly felt very unsafe), but there was too much about that scant reply that upset him. ”By her own choice, I should hope,” he said softly. Perhaps Rhythm loved the blue-eyed beast, and had promised herself to him while knowing that he would continue his games with others, but to him, it sounded like Valentine had made that decision for her. How arrogant, to claim someone all for your own – hoard them – while you yourself continued to swim in the luxury of freedom and pleasure.
He himself liked to swim in the luxury of freedom - of boundless sex - but he never expected anything more of his partners. It was only fair, that they might do the same as he. ”I should also hope that my being consocia to you does not give you any false ideas of ownership,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet Valentine’s, his face empty. His heart beat fast. He knew how unpredictable anyone could be, and he knew that Valentine did not seem to be someone who took opposition well. But beyond the feeling of threat, his heart also beat quickly because he did not want to argue. He did not want the words that he had needed to say to spark anything bigger. He did not want to create a rift between them.
Nagendra’s question was a hammer, and so as it was brought down did it strike upon Valentine’s pretty mask. The porcelain of all the nice things Nagendra had come to know him by – the allure and the kind attention that the brown wolf craved – was fractured. Not shattered, but fractured. And so did a delicate sliver of the mask fall free, allowing Nagendra to see and feel something he did not like. He did not like the way Valentine spoke to him. He did not like his tone. He did not like the hypocrisy that he tasted on that two word response. He did not like the underlying threat he felt prickling beneath his skin. His smile vanished. His tongue ever so slightly traced the insides of his lips. He did not want to argue with Valentine (especially since he suddenly felt very unsafe), but there was too much about that scant reply that upset him. ”By her own choice, I should hope,” he said softly. Perhaps Rhythm loved the blue-eyed beast, and had promised herself to him while knowing that he would continue his games with others, but to him, it sounded like Valentine had made that decision for her. How arrogant, to claim someone all for your own – hoard them – while you yourself continued to swim in the luxury of freedom and pleasure.
He himself liked to swim in the luxury of freedom - of boundless sex - but he never expected anything more of his partners. It was only fair, that they might do the same as he. ”I should also hope that my being consocia to you does not give you any false ideas of ownership,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet Valentine’s, his face empty. His heart beat fast. He knew how unpredictable anyone could be, and he knew that Valentine did not seem to be someone who took opposition well. But beyond the feeling of threat, his heart also beat quickly because he did not want to argue. He did not want the words that he had needed to say to spark anything bigger. He did not want to create a rift between them.