Gotta raise a little hell
08-25-2016, 07:16 PM
It would seem that he didn't hear her at first, that or he was just going to ignore her. The pale woman stood frozen in her position, still trying to get a handle on her emotions. It was hard, it was always quite the struggle for her to sort out anything pertaining to herself. Her purple eyes bore into the back of his head, if she tried hard enough maybe she could pop it open and see everything inside. Why he would do this to her, and if he was afraid of her. Had she scared him away by coming off too strong? Mercy wasn't used to having the kinds of feelings that this man brought up in her. She slept around because it made her feel loved and important. It made her feel powerful and like she was in control, and not the sniffling child that left her parents too soon. She tried to cast it off as being in her blood, but it made her matter in some way. Sex was love and love was pain, and pain was sex. It was an endless loop, and who could really love if they didn't love themselves? All this tossed around in her head before he even looked at her, and when he did, it was anger that took over at last. She let the rage boil down any other emotions that may make her feel raw and open, watching as he shook his head. She let out a deranged growl mixed with a snort, like she didn't believe his words at all. She had enough grace to let him finish talking though, something he was damn lucky to get. He kept going on, saying that he was giving her freedom. Freedom? "When the fuck did I ever ask for space? I said I needed to deal with shit, but apparently you took that as I needed space? That's when I needed you to come after me, and show me that you cared!" she roared, her jaws snapping shut with a loud click. Mercy's hackles raised, taking a step back from Gethin. Her eyes started to mist, which only made her more pissed off. "You didn't even bother trying, you just gave up and sat here to sing your sad song. Fuck if I care, keep being a sad little sop," turning away from him, she started to walk away. Taking a pause for a moment, she looked over her shoulder, her purple eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You could have easily come and tried to look for me, and then I could tell you if I needed more time or not, which I didn't, but you didn't. Did you. I guess it was all an act. Forever doesn't exist." Twisting away, she sighed and went to go. -attempted exit- Baby, stop all your pretendin', I know you know I know. So what's the point in being slow? Let's get the show on the road today "SPEAK" |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.
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