Subtle Talks
06-10-2014, 02:17 PM
The scalding fingers of fury grappled her throat, forcibly extracting a muffled growl from the confines of her larynx as her mismatched gaze scrutinized his behemoth form, pupils lingering upon the wounds variously carved throughout his pale flesh. In that moment, observing her own kin as his lacerations wept tears of sanguine, the vindictive tyrant internally vowed to cater to her siblings? every whim and to safeguard those of her supreme bloodline to the best of her ability for as long as her maleficent presence was wont to plague this earth. Nevermore would she sit by, idle, to allow for her family to be ambushed as they were, and nevermore would she attempt to reason with those that wished to see the Elysius crumble; she would simply destroy without question or forethought. She did not wish to live to see her siblings face distress, and if she could negate it from ever occurring again, she would. Despite his hindrances, the hellion offered her the faintest hint of a smirk, and the phantom deity would mirror his wry expression even though unadulterated rage still wracked her interior; and how could she not? It amused the former tyrant that her brother?s intentions were no different than her own--it was quite evident to a keen eye that his ambitions were inflated and that he was stricken by malice and greed as was she; together, she proposed they would be a force to be reckoned with. Indestructible--or nearly so--and yet, to achieve this status, he would need to work for it, as she had. ?You flatter me, Cerberus,? the wraith cooed with feigned gratitude in response to his claim, fluttering her eyelashes for effect as her lopsided grin dominated the porcelain folds of her visage. And yet, the expression would dissipate from her countenance almost as quickly as it had manifested as speech continued to pour from her brother?s frayed lips, reminding her that her achievements had been short-lived. Remorse flooded her diseased mind as she contemplated having let her former prestige so effortlessly slip from her covetous grasp, but her regret was present more so for having disappointed the fiend before her. Silence would consume her very being as she awaited further disdain from her brother, weight shifting anxiously between her paws for she understood that she deserved whatever spite he had to offer. Hardened carmine gaze would meet her own mismatched before he would utter a singular command, and although slightly bemused by the sudden shift in tone, her facial features would retain their vacancy. She?d allow for him to conclude his speech in silence, only moving once she was certain that he had nothing more to say, attempting to approach his side that had been demolished by his assailant?s spiked harness. Tongue would snake free of slackened jaws, seeking to rasp along the deep trenches etched into his skin so that she might cleanse the wounds he adorned. ?I will not teach you how to make them bend,? she stated softly--monotonously between healing kisses. A pause would be given as she departed from his gargantuan form, seeking to backpedal slightly so that she might interlock their gazes once more, hoping to show him the sincerity gleaming within her eyes. ?I will teach you how to make them break.? |