Gotta raise a little hell
08-26-2016, 06:02 PM
Her hip slammed into him without any protest, a minor bruise mirroring his. They were too close for it to do too much damage, but it wasn't all she wanted to do to him. She wanted to bite into him, tear him apart and watch him bleed. Would that make her feel better? Maybe... okay probably not but, it was a thought. She was in too deep with the man before her, her emotions were too wrapped up in him to just give up. Truth be told, all of this scared her nine ways to heaven. She didn't know how to process her emotions for him, or even the connection she felt. Is that why she was fighting with such animosity? There was just too much to process, and it was all so complicated. The only other person she had even felt anything close to this was her brother, and look how that all turned up. They were related, they where flesh and blood, and he still abandoned her. There was a real and true fear that twisted her belly into knots about Gethin, about losing him or even growing more attached to him. They had hardly known each other when all of this happened, and look how strong they went on. But nothing could stay strong forever, everything had its weak point. Between Mercy and Gethin? It was emotions. Neither of them knew how to process it, or even what to call it. And now here they stood, both baring their fangs at each other. When it grew silent around them, he said something about not knowing how to care. Her head whipped up, purple eyes honing in at him. "And you think I do? I don't know the first thing about it! Everyone I have ever loved has gotten up and left on me. Anyone I let in, let close to me, vanished. I'm starting to think that it's all my fault, I'm just a big fat bitch that no one could ever love!" she retorted sharply, taking a deep breath through her nose. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to take a few calming breaths. What fat luck that did, her mind reeling. She didn't even realize what she had said, although it wasn't a true admittance to her feelings it was still something. Maybe seeing how much Gethin had cared for her. Or if he still did? She wasn't sure, not after this. Once her final words were out about trying to sort her thoughts on him, a very heavy silence grew between them. Her eyes were still closed, heavy breaths leaving her maw as she tried to reign in her emotions. Then Gethin started to speak about the fact that he needed to figure out how to care for her, and that he didn't own her. "Fuckin' right you don't own me," she muttered, although the insult was only halfhearted. "And what do you mean by 'how to care for me'? You just fucking do you. I don't care, I don't NEED to be attended to and cared for. I do a fine enough job of that on my own. I don't need anything! I just want..." What exactly? She sighed, opening her eyes and gazing at him. She was no longer yelling, but there was still an edge to her voice. But that was the thing, she didn't know what she wanted. There was no way she would be able to get a normal life, or a family of her own. She just longed to be... well... wanted really. She wanted to feel like she was special and important, and like she was cared for. Was that too much to ask? "I wanted to come back, I planned to come back. But... I was waiting for you to come find me. For you to prove yourself to me, I guess..." Her voice was growing more and more unsure as his voice rose. She sighed, her hackles settling along her spine. When he spoke of her rejecting him, her fur stood on end once more, her lips twitching. "Did I ever give you the impression that I wanted to be anywhere else than with you? Did I ever say that I wanted to leave? Or do you just have that little faith in me?" she spat, her tail curling over her spine. She took a step closer to him, her eyes were icy cold as she looked at him. "I meant it when I said that I had never felt this way before. I meant what I said about not having a connection with anyone else. Did you?" she asked, her voice an almost eerie calm. "What the fuck am I to you?" She choked out, her voice raising at the end. What did he even think of her? Just that he couldn't own her? "Am I just a challenge for you? Something to tame and tie down? What the fuck do you want from me Gethin? I thought I gave you everything! I thought those whispered words were meaningful, I don't always just talk to hear the sound of my own voice. I thought I...." She stopped, shaking her head back and forth. She thought she let him know just how much she cared. Too much. I'd turn my head. I'd back away. I wouldn't want to know. He scares me so. I want him so. I love him so. "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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