Oh, Despicable Me
He longed to lose his testicles apparently. This burning desire to have her rip them off in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. He would wake up screaming, with her hovering over him, this devilish creature hanging over his bedside. Singing sweet songs of hell into his ear. Muscles tensed, twitching with desire to rain his own blood over his pale coat. Lips twitched at his derogatory words, he loved to push her. And she loved to wrap her mind around his own. Suffocate him. His temper was like TNT, once the sparks started to sizzle there was very little time to duck and cover. She knew her temper got the best of her at this time but who could blame her? A pregnant rogue alone, in winter. Her family history was not all shine and rainbows either, but she couldn't help sparring with him. Watch your mouth, maggot. You call it weakness but you fail to understand your words. venom was spatted into his facade, low and heavy, her words hanged in the air. Like trained boxers they circled one another, the kid gloves were off, it was fighting time. Weakness' is weakness only in light of the aims man sets for himself, the instruments at his disposal and the laws he imposes. She traded slur for slur, insult for insult, dig for dig. When his temper blew hot and he turned away she knew she'd won for a short period of time. Neither of them was going to let this situation go and though the words were derogatory the incubus seemed to deeply care for his spawns. Peculiar. Two snakes, two shells spatting venom at one another that were tied and brought together. He'd never slugged her but she knew she'd pushed him harder than was wise. For every pound she weighed he weight three and it was all solid muscle.
This epitome of quiet rage that fell upon the witch was truly beautiful. No whisper of proceed it, yet profoundly noticeable by a brute's quiet gate. Such was the prowl of malice, purposefully silent so as not to stir but yet registering and analyzing the situation within her mind and the storm they created. It was a beautiful march they established, a tantalizing march, one that draw the eye of any animal that passed and raised on hackles in wary. And oh, she was livid in her thinking, she knew he was right but she was not alone. She had others by her side now. Father; what an estranged word and yet she did not desire for her spawns to be left without one. Was this was mother sacrifice meant? Violet gaze, magnetic in its individuality never left the male and yet it softened. Your Kingdom may become my kingdom yet you are mistaken if you believe I will act as your servant. a sigh left the witch ebon, full lips, resigned and weary. It signalled the end of deliberate effort and the beginning of passive deterioration. It was a sigh so quiet that it went unnoticed, it's sound and it's movement dissapated out into the vastness of the world and made no effect at all. It was not the start of any butterfly effect. A sigh. Desire and disgust,streamed through the air. Right about now, she longed to taste his blood and spill it before her. No vow would remain unfulfiled. She approached the handsome barbarian at once, regal form dominated the earth she walked upon, smashing her chest together in an aggressive gesture. Incisors penetrated the tender flesh adorning the phantom's neck, applying enough pressure for only a few droplets of crimson liquid to emerge towards the surfacr, causing a rumble of satisfaction to reverberate through the Goddess as the metallic tang of blood graced her taste-buds. Limbs instinctively bent at the knee to enable swift movement in preparation for the worst-case scenario should the goliath attempt anything. You're going to be a father. the wretched woman smirked as she tipped her skull in his direction, a devious gleam dancing across the surface of her megenta depths as she surveyed him to observe if he was willing to set his temper aside for the good of this, whatever this was.
