10-07-2018, 10:09 PM
Power slammed like a petulant shove of the shoulders, the snivelling act of children in a playground. It created physical distance, but only rammed the strike of her own threads deeper; pressing into tender wounds and against the vulnerable curve of his throat.
She didn't care for his poor hurt feelings. The drip of his venom was like balm to a heart as barren as Oriena's, but the creature's losses had blackened a splinter that had not been there before. Whether he believed her or not, she meant what she said. There was no pretence.
Kasun was hers.
"You wanted blood, I gave you blood." They had both elicited her attention tonight, ignorant of the chaos they courted, thinking themselves immune to the conseuqences. The threads ravaged a little deeper into his skin, like punctuation, as around them the sparking bulbs began to douse one by one, fluttering darkness that quickly spread. Far above the screens transmitting the fights to the crowds winked out. The thump of music died so that only the maelstrom of confusion reigned. Her voice lowered, scathing. "Do you think Ryker cares for you either? He's not here to save you. Knowing what he does of me."
In fact the cop had been warned several times, caustic little hints he had been too wrapped up in his own hungry anger to see. No questions had roused at the little digs, no curiosity, and now no time remained to remedy the ignorance. Darkness churned a singular hatred; the promise of a reckoning he would have no way to translate. It clawed monstrous in her expression before sharpening into the razored curve of a small smile, the last thing he would see of her face.
For the darkness fell absolute, and as it did, her hold on him winked out.
"You can tell Ryker she did not let me go. You can tell him that war is coming. I mean to see to it."
She didn't care for his poor hurt feelings. The drip of his venom was like balm to a heart as barren as Oriena's, but the creature's losses had blackened a splinter that had not been there before. Whether he believed her or not, she meant what she said. There was no pretence.
Kasun was hers.
"You wanted blood, I gave you blood." They had both elicited her attention tonight, ignorant of the chaos they courted, thinking themselves immune to the conseuqences. The threads ravaged a little deeper into his skin, like punctuation, as around them the sparking bulbs began to douse one by one, fluttering darkness that quickly spread. Far above the screens transmitting the fights to the crowds winked out. The thump of music died so that only the maelstrom of confusion reigned. Her voice lowered, scathing. "Do you think Ryker cares for you either? He's not here to save you. Knowing what he does of me."
In fact the cop had been warned several times, caustic little hints he had been too wrapped up in his own hungry anger to see. No questions had roused at the little digs, no curiosity, and now no time remained to remedy the ignorance. Darkness churned a singular hatred; the promise of a reckoning he would have no way to translate. It clawed monstrous in her expression before sharpening into the razored curve of a small smile, the last thing he would see of her face.
For the darkness fell absolute, and as it did, her hold on him winked out.
"You can tell Ryker she did not let me go. You can tell him that war is coming. I mean to see to it."