06-29-2014, 12:53 PM
Somewhere in the mist of their sharing Connor had pulled Aria closer, holding her, she could smell the sweat from his skin. Feel him close to her. It made her own emotions rear it's head. She felt wanted, needed. Aria knew it wasn't her that he felt for. Not even Dane felt love for her, but then she wouldn't have returned it either.
But Connor plunged into more despair, more pain. He pushed her away. Aria smiled back at him with ill intent. Rejection. She didn't want that she wanted his pain. She could feel it, but it wasn't enough.
Aria wanted more of his pain, she stalked up to him. He backed away, into the wall behind him. He had no where else to go. She put one hand on his chest and fed him what she wanted him to feel. Aria looked up at him and watched the emotions play across his eyes. The adoration, the pain of what he was feeling for her, the guilt for feeling it. Aria wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him closer, she kissed him hard, heedless of the wounds he'd suffered. The physical pain radiated through Aria and her body wanted more.
But Connor plunged into more despair, more pain. He pushed her away. Aria smiled back at him with ill intent. Rejection. She didn't want that she wanted his pain. She could feel it, but it wasn't enough.
Aria wanted more of his pain, she stalked up to him. He backed away, into the wall behind him. He had no where else to go. She put one hand on his chest and fed him what she wanted him to feel. Aria looked up at him and watched the emotions play across his eyes. The adoration, the pain of what he was feeling for her, the guilt for feeling it. Aria wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him closer, she kissed him hard, heedless of the wounds he'd suffered. The physical pain radiated through Aria and her body wanted more.