He Does Pull Harder On Her Hair, Yanking Upwards Instead Of Backwards This Time. Knife, However, Is

                He    does    pull    harder    on    her    hair,    yanking    upwards    instead    of    backwards    this    time.    Knife,    however,    is    pulled    from    her    throat,    and    he    carefully    (    thought    carelessly    at    the    same    time    )    presses    the    balde    on    the    inside    corner    of    her    mouth.    A    low    hum    is    made    in    his    throat,    lip    snarling    as    a    defeinsive    dog    would.

                "    Maybe    I    should    give    you    smile    like    the    Joker,    huh    ??    Since    you    are    in    love    with    him,    no    ??    "

                He    thinks    her    ideation    is    dumb-    NO    one    should    love    someone    else    that    much,    whether    they    be    GOD    or    him.    Though    he    doesn't    turn    down    a    little    worship    from    time    to    time.    Though    they're    never    this    insane,    really.

the grin on her face grows, tears no longer spilling down stained cheeks. smeared makeup & all, she was laughing enough for the both of them. tug of dark strands of hair only earns him a moan, a small gasp [ it’s like foreplay to her, even if the man refuses to give her what she wants ]. she could fight back, twist his arm until it snapped clean in half, wrestle her blade back, use it to slice his throat so deep his head nearly falls off — but she doesn’t. the idea of it, though? it was like heaven to her, a high she hadn’t gotten to experience in much too long.

heart pounds harder, faster, like the THRILL of knowing he could have killed her already if he really wanted to just spurred her on. this was love in its truest form: raw anger, spilled blood, lives hanging in the balance [ his? or hers? who knew ]. she’s practically begging him to pull her hair harder, rip it from her skull, shove the knife into her neck, make her bleed like a pig — daring him to take her on, & see who comes out on top. SPOILER: punchline doesn’t lose.

❛ that all ya got? ❜ egging him on, chin tilting up to give him better access. one hand finds purchase on his leg, painted nails digging into it through the fabric of his suit. ❛ you can do better than that! ❜ any sane human being would be trembling, yet she’s practically shaking with excitement.

@regnismemorias asked: [ lit ] (glitch for holly or nick?) from here

                Holly    was    told    once    that    pretty    girls    don't    lite    their    own    cigarettes.    It    was    more    than    likely    just    an    awful    attempt    at    flirting,    but    she's    always    found    that    endearing.    Whenever    Nick    had    lit    hers,    it    brought    a    smile    to    her    face.    Hardly    had    they    had    a    sexual    encounter,    though    ever    the    dominant    he    was    when    it    came    to    their    relationship.    However    rumours    would    point    to    him    being    quite    the    opposite    in    bed.

                She    inhales    on    the    stick,    smiles,    and    exhales    the    smoke    that    definitely    shouldn't    be    filling    her    lungs.    Not    like    Holly    cares    much    anymore.    She    doesn't    have    a    death    wish,    but    if    it    happened    ??    Well,    it'd    be    a    nice,    long    sleep.

               "    Thanks.    I    appreciate    it.    Lost    my    lighter...    "

                "    I    don't    know    what    fuckin'    goes    on    in    the    back    of    your    fucked    up    head,    Jimmy.    Cause    if    you    ask    me,    yeah,    you    probably    do.    "    He's    tapping    on    his    phone    a    few    more    moments    before    locking    it    and    sliding    it    back    into    his    coat    pocket.    Another    sip    of    his    warm    beer,    and    he's    leaning    back    against    the    chair.

                "    You're    shakin'    like    a    cornered    nun,    dude,    maybe    use    the    fuckin'    counter    for    that,    yeah    ??    "

Hefty snort and he pings up in his chair, bolt of lightning through him, power of Zeus type shit. "How's it a problem?" Spit from drunken mouth, snarled with little intention, "I get mine." His quaking leg had ruined the line he'd put out for Nick, so he was back to it, chop chop chop.

"You really that fuckin' horny man? I'd rather one'a them fuckin' -- hover-boards. Wiped a guy off one'a them e-bikes the other day, you know, with the fuckin' app? I dunno. Guy just came out'ta nowhere, before I knew it I'd grabbed him and thrown him under a moving taxi. Don't know what the fuck came over me." A mile a minute, he doesn't stop, the concussion hasn't cleared, but it's definitely on the back-burner, "you think I want to fuck a robot after that shit?"

the half cannot truly hate what makes it whole.

a selective & low activity multi-muse with muses from the last kingdom, merlin, the wheel of time and more! oc and crossover friendly. written by vic.

@filthystill | cont

                A    simple    I    don't    wanna    talk    about    it    would    have    been    acceptable...    but    it's    Jimmy.    Nothing    is    ever    that    fucking    simple.    It's    all    rage    and    violence,    even    when    faced    with    innocence    and    gentleness    and    kindness-    it's    a    wonder    he's    survived    this    long.

                The    yelling    catches    her    off    guard,    though    it    shouldn't.    Not    with    Jimmy.    No,    if    he's    not    got    a    kilo    of    coke    in    front    of    him,    he's    fucking    yelling,    it    seems.    It    does    shake    her    up    a    bit,    hands    raising    in    a    defensive    position.    He    hasn't    had    the    best    track    record    for    touching    without    malicious    intent.    Though    she's    inclined    to    believe    that    he    wouldn't,    not    today    at    least.    And    if    he    did    ??    Well,    at    least    she    could    be    useful.

                "    Hey,    Jimmy...    that's    not    how    I    meant    that-    "    Hardly    has    any    clue    what    she's    really    doing,    though    she    always    plays    the    mom    friend...    this    man    is    no    different.    She's    dealt    with    Nicks    drug    fueled    emotional    out    bursts    on    multiple    occasions,    though    she    always    knew    the    outcome.    Jimmy    is    a    fucking    wild    card.

                "    I-I    didn't    unzip    anythin',    okay    ??    It    was    just    a    question,    Jimmy...    I    was    just    checkin'    in    on    ya    is    all...    "

                "    You    really    are    thick    in    the    skull,    aren't    you    ??    "    Nick    scoffs.    She    doesn't    want    to    get    rid    of    him,    no.    Quite    the    opposite.    Even    though    they're    at    each    other's    throats    all    the    fucking    time,    she    doesn't    want    him    gone,    no.    It's    a    form    of    foreplay    to    her.    Clearly    Fenris    hasn't    picked    up    on    that.    Arms    fold    over    her    chest    as    she    watches    him    approach    closer.

                Nick    doesn't    want    to    take    over    Aekas'    rank.    Nor    Fenris',    nor    Aeyarus'.    There's    too    much    publicity    involved    in    it,    even    if    Aekus'    managed    to    evade    the    limelight    of    it    all,    it's    still    too    much    for    her.    She's    quite    comfortable    with    where    she's    at    currently.    It's    the    perfect    spot    to    kill,    play,    and    fuck    to    her    hearts    content.    Sure,    she    craves    power,    but    she's    also    smart    enough    to    know    that    were    she    in    a    higher    position,    she'd    have    to    be    careful.

"we are all good at getting the dirty work done ourselves here." born and raised alongside one another in mass bloodshed, all in the name of bhaal and their cult. there was no one else in the world who knew the art and perfection of murder as the bhaalspawn did, and those who joined them could only hope and pray that they might live long enough to achieve a fraction of the skill of a bhaalspawn. fenris's hands are covered in the blood of his elder brothers, his rite of passage to prove his worth among his bhaalspawn siblings, and fight to keep himself in the position of power he now occupies despite those who envy it and find him undeserving of it. though none have dared remove him from it, no matter how much they longed to be in his place. not that he can picture aekas allowing such a thing to happen when the tiefling refuses to meet face-to-face with those supporting their cause outside the chosen of bane.

who would take over representing aekas in his place if he was not here? aeyarus? or the more laughable option of nick? perhaps that was why she seemed so insistent on tagging along on his business. to bond by placing a knife in his back and claim some accident to aekas and the others. surely it would not be aekas who wished him dead after all fenris had done for bhaal's chosen. everything he had risked.

fenris rounds his desk so it no longer remains between them, his fingers brushing over the edges of it as he walks around to her. "bond over it? why would we need to do that, hm? we share a common cause, that should be bond enough for us."