i. sweet nothing (r)
Nov 2, 2012 22:43:46 GMT -8
Post by minakami shū on Nov 2, 2012 22:43:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:460px;,bTable] [/style][style=width:200px; height:200px; color: DCC2BB; background-color:718181;] [classy=box2]& YOU HELD IT IN YOUR MOUTH[/classy] | [classy=text] They had been shouting at one another for a significant amount of time, unable to completely understand what the other was thinking. They had words that required saying, they had pain buried in their chest. He hadn't been able to talk to her during the previous campaign, though after they had made it out alive he was capable of confronting her. He wasn't affectionate - she had hurt him with words, spat upon his name, and even ridiculed him. The most he could do was grab her by the neck and toss her, hard, into the sand until it rose into a dust cloud and a fit of coughs from both participants of this endearing reunion. [/classy]The physical attraction hadn't been enough for neither of them. The lust for each others fragrance was masked beneath an eerie kink for sadism and masochism. They took turns, berating the other and hurting -- she bit him, he grabbed her by her hair and threw her away. Grabbed her by her wrists as she stood with a kunai in hand, rage filled eyes pouring into him with murderous intent. His breath was shaky, his voice hitched under the stress she brought him. Stress that he had escaped for some time. It all came back with one single meeting, one single realization that he could never escape his love. "How can you talk!? How can you try and judge me, Zinaida, when you left your children!? Left your children to rot in a place that is mostly smoldering rock!? You are a hypocrite!" he bellowed at her as she struggled against his grip, their eyes meeting as he glared back his own disgust. He couldn't believe half the crap she did sometimes, she was just an unbelievable, unpredictable piece. |
LAIKA OF GS!