sister.

^{it’s a game to her ——— cruel, childish, but no less entertaining: every bit is a game. acidic words, spat through clenched teeth, lips twisting into something that isn’t quite a smile as the impact of those words hit him in their fullest meaning. it isn’t the first time they’ve ended up like this, nor will it be the last; like fire and oil, once they collide, they’re destined to explode. explosions are common with them ( their spats have become a source of gossip during their time together ——— surely someone knows something about them, about what they do behind closed doors ) and she always seeks to ignite that spark.}

^{it isn’t always like this ——— sometimes, they can almost be mistaken for tender ( lips upon her neck, hands in her hair; her nails raking gently instead of clawing ). sometimes, some foolish soul might mistake them for being in love ( a silly notion, it could never happen ——— she doesn’t love him, she loves what he can give to her ). more often than not, however, it’s rough, primitive ( teeth sinking into her neck, nails raking at him ‘til flesh comes loose and his blood flows, coating her fingers, begging to be licked clean ).}

^{his hand seizes her throat, and for a moment, her breath catches, and she almost feels a stab of fear blended with her excitement ( almost lets out a moan of harder, if only to further infuriate him ). fingers bruise against her rib cage, and she knows it’ll leave a mark ——— she looks forward to it. her lips part as he yanks by her hair; she sinks her teeth into her lower lip to keep her excitement from voicing itself, instead focuses on turning that into a smile.}

^{❛  no, you won’t.   ❜  her voice is soft, calm ——— it contradicts the wildness that has taken to her features. where he may be physically stronger, she thrives elsewhere ——— she can play this game all day, all night, for the rest of her life.  ❛  you’re nothing without me,   ❜ hand lifts, fingertips touch to his cheek as if to caress him, before talons rake against the flesh, sinking in near his jaw.  ❛  useless. weak. pathetic. how can you kill me when i’m the only thing keeping you alive?   ❜ he has a size advantage, but she rocks up onto the tips of her toes, bringing her lips as close to his as she can manage.  ❛   if you kill me, brother,   ❜  her lips graze against his, her nails sinking deeper into his flesh.  ❛  you’d best remember to kill yourself soon after.   ❜} 

        ^{SERPENTINE COILS AGAINST HIS BODY.  there is something driven within him, something ignited that renders him infuriated from both her advances and her mockery.  how dare she masquerade this long exhausted act of thinly veiled innocence, of pretending there is any bit of sanctified sweetness left to be salvaged from her tainted flesh and hollow bones  ;  let alone,  preside with such a confidence that he is nothing without her.  HOW DARE SHE.  wretched righteousness reeks from her aura, which leads to the resolve of his grip tightening  –  but his display of strength is a facade, the barbarity withheld like a starved creature rattling against rusted chains.  he cannot.  he could never.  no masters nor gods, no celestial forces could command him  –  even when she reveals her intents, when affection is replaced by claws marring at his face.  (  COULD SHE?  NO.  NO SHE COULD NOT EITHER.  )}

    ^{that and that alone is his triumph, the ecstasy in this hideous and ironic predicament they’re entangled in. THERE ARE NO WINNERS HERE.  only hell-bound creatures carved from children of the damned, sneering and encircling around the other, pining with insatiable blood lust  –  waiting.  neither will lick their wounds and surrender, it is not in their nature.  and so, these children  –  brother.  sister.  and  a maddening choir of morbid laughter.  –  and their games are unending.  he sneers, unwilling to submit to her lawless games.    ❛  IF YOU REALLY THINK SO HIGHLY OF YOURSELF  —- if you really believe you are the finest gift which life has to offer for me, then perhaps death is far more welcoming.   ❜   lies.  lies lies lies.}

         ^{JEZEBEL, TOO, HAD BEEN A QUEEN.  and in this instance she thinks herself a conqueror of sorts, when confined. she is a living, breathing  ( parasitic )  paradox  –  and of course, he is entranced by that.  alone and in his malicious hold, her laugh is a breathless dulcet.  it leaves him longing for a fond memory, the contradict of her screaming his name  —-  arms snaked, clutching with desperation when he fucks her ‘til she’s raw and sobbing  —-her voice silvery, her mouth golden-coated  ( to hide the black sea dwelling, the cursed soul threatening to pull him back under once more, to drown him. ) and honey-dripping, she is a temptress his eyes have never had the fortune to gaze but that his hands have memorized.}  

       ^{he pulls her off by her bony shoulders, before her talons can latch permanently.  practically tossing her lightweight onto the table with her back pressed against it.  HE’LL WORSHIP HER  ——   vile, divine witch.  BUT HE’LL MAKE HER SORRY FOR THAT..     ❛   that,  ❜     he snarls dangerously, bestial and as capable of wicked things like she. impatient and craving for the taste of her, the heat between her legs, reckless hands fumbling and practically attempting to tear at her uniform  –  all as a cost for the mutilations made on his face.  breathing heavy, there’s a glint of excitement somewhere there beneath the predatory facade.  ❛  was a mistake.  ❜}

          ^{WICKED, WRETCHED LITTLE THING.  black, vile words bubble from parted petal-soft lips.  force forsake him.  his infatuation, his ire  –  it is she, and she alone, who is the source of these dizzying thoughts which plague him.  when he does not dream of her in his arms and his mouth upon her neck,  he envisions strangling her until those violent spews cease from her mouth.  he imagines these desires are a mutual one when her claws carve into still-healing wounds raked along his back ; does she think so highly of her abilities, does really believe she can tear him apart by bare hands?  no, she cannot.  not when he is stronger.  not when calloused hands with effort and might can crush marble skin, bones pulverized ‘til ash, meld her into nothingness.  BUT AT WHAT COST?  he too, would collapse.  cursed with adoration, his soul is bound to hers. chains weighted upon him by her selfishness and her demands are his reasons to remain  (  i need you alive,  she says  –  & he hears i need you.  )}  

   ^{at her kindest, he is hopeless enamored. basking in warmth and swimming beneath a sea which drowns out the noise of the galaxy ; battlefields wiped off, bloody streaks and stains erased. he is blind to them all. there is only her and melodious sighs, melded kisses  –  the stars, the vast void of emptiness and all things undiscovered, are all theirs. unclaimed and uncharted, but theirs waiting to be seized so long as they alive ; OURS. MINE. YOU & I.}

  ^{NOW SHE IS THE SOURCE OF HIS FURY.  between the two, he appears saint-like and restrained, absorbing the poison tongue lashings of her wrath, incapable of seeing the fires crackling dangerously in black pools of her eyes but capable of wincing at the wavelengths directed at him. she can belittle all she likes, she is only humiliating herself. she is nothing more than a child, a nuisance with an explosive temper when the strings of the universe are not pulled in direction to her favor. limitations do exist. and he has reached his. he seizes her, sudden and precise, with a hand at her dainty throat and the other at her waist, fingertips pressing a bruising hold into her rib cage.  the jolt could have caused her to collapse backwards against the table but she remains on her feet, shaken but not stumbling. she does not fall, and neither does he. their actions are one in the same, near in sync.   —-  magnetic, from the inability to be separated for prolonged periods at a time.  electric, in that they are so reactive against the other’s moves.       ❛  —  SHUT UP.   ❜    he snarls, the hand at her waist moves and snatches a fistful of her hair to bring her closer, ‘til their eyes  –  hers vicious and his useless  –  can meet and swears he can feel the breath of her cruelly excited smile on her face.      ❛   or i swear, by the force,  i’ll kill you myself,  sister.   ❜}

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