12-15-2016, 10:27 PM
Her explanation rippled waves of tension through the muscles of his neck, cording them tight as he kept his jaw hinged close. His senses of the room faded, and for a moment, he considered walking to the pianist and slamming his glass into the back of her head. Obviously, he didn't. He sat there, enduring Aria's explanation until she told him how he was suppose to feel. He shouldn't be bothered by Nox. He should forget about it. Images flashed across his mind, then. Of Nox and Aria sitting at a table eating a meal. Of them talking late into the night. Of them stealing glances, sharing jokes and conversation. Of them hunting together, those monsters that Nox described. Lurking in the darkness, together. Killing. Together.
Dane snapped his gaze toward her. She'd withdrawn her hand, but he reached out to snatch at hers instead. His eyes burrowed twin lobotomies into hers. His voice was quiet, but it seethed with passion. "You don't want his friendship. You want mine. Only mine. Forever."
He took a breath, smoothing his face of the hot emotion, and something emerged once the steam dissipated. It was a yearning. A desire that only she could fulfill. "Am I not better than him in every way possible?"
Dane snapped his gaze toward her. She'd withdrawn her hand, but he reached out to snatch at hers instead. His eyes burrowed twin lobotomies into hers. His voice was quiet, but it seethed with passion. "You don't want his friendship. You want mine. Only mine. Forever."
He took a breath, smoothing his face of the hot emotion, and something emerged once the steam dissipated. It was a yearning. A desire that only she could fulfill. "Am I not better than him in every way possible?"