What Now?

[Nox]

He hadn't given up. He was still here. That was proof of it, he was still here. He knew how to end his life, he could think of so many things that he could do to end his life. And there was a spike of anger as she spoke. It was her way. She could still push his buttons even in the void of everything.

Oriena shoved him, her hands pressing hard into his chest and he could have held fast, dragging her with him but he didn't he let go of her throat with the mechanical hand and instead grabbed for the collar of her leather jacket and tugged her inside the room using his momentum just enough to spin around to catch the door with his hand and slam it shut. There was no anger in his voice. No emotion what-so-ever as he pulled Oriena close. "I've not given up. I'm searching for a cure. I get up everyday to take care of those kids. I'm not asking you to make love to me or to be romantic or to change anything we've been doing. I'm not asking you to give me something to live for. All I'm asking is to feel something -- pain, pleasure, release. I want to fucking feel something Oriena without a fucking song in my head."

Nox pulled her against him and kissed her hard. He bit at her bottom lip. He didn't beg, and he'd take what he wanted to a certain degree, but if she said no, or even hesitated he knew this was the end of whatever they had had in the bedroom. He didn't expect it to change much if it ended, but it would change things even though there were no strings of emotions attached. He was never real good with rejection.