Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]
06-06-2013, 12:27 AM
She would stare, her eyes cruel but filled with disbelief, he would mimic her and even with her close enough to rip his jugular from his throat they would remain locked in what seemed to be impenetrable silence. Instead of blocking off the side of her that had mourned Creedance, she had merely discarded it, careening somewhere dark until it shriveled and ceased to exist. A desperate grappling, a pregnant pause... what was he expecting from her? What was she expecting of him? Until five minutes ago she had been damn sure she would never see the brute again until death reaped her soul. This was a situation the dame was wholly unprepared for, she had expected to be bitter and hateful, vicious and cruel until her dying day, he brought back... feelings. Whether good or bad she couldn't quite decipher, his words would come, laced with malice and she would snarl, a low and deadly sound, a warning. She had been raped so many damned times she wasn't sure if she could decipher pain from pleasure anymore, not that she had taken anyone willing to her bed since...well Creedance. "And how many fucks have you had since you last saw me Cree? I spent the last year getting plundered like some two bitten whore. You still want me body knowing that its nothing more than discarded trash?" The bitterness that crawled into her words could not be hidden, but his next words would almost bring a cruel smile, he answered her question with tones laced in sarcasm and arrogance. She would shake her head, the chuckle falling dark and cruel as she backed up, releasing him. "You came here with the intent to kill me before you knew who I was, I recognize that fury in my own reflection." her tones were cool, filled with cockiness at how well she could still read him. "Now that you have me pray tell... what will you do?" Speech, |
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