“Well, what do you call it when someone tries to kill you?”
“Tuesday.”
CLAWS OUT.
❝ Oh I did, but now I don’t. ❞ Playful and syrupy sweet, the thief teased even as sharp green eyes remained watchful. Felicia wasn’t about to let up on her little investigation so easily.
❝ Annoying you is one of my favorite past times, but I have questions that need answers, handsome. Now, weren’t you furry and about this — ❞ Arm in the air, body stretched long and tall,
❝ this tall? Could have sworn you were purring too. ❞
That was the LAST time he would EVER allow himself to relax in a hotel room. The last time he’d ALLOW anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state. It was disgusting how she was able to LATCH onto something so small and use it against him. IT WOULDN’T HAPPEN AGAIN; not if he had a direct say in it. ❝ — shut up.❞ He could have said more – much more -, but he chose an easier response the the load of curse words right on the tip of his tongue.
And THERE he went, acting all CONFIDENT and sly when SHE had to bring up the date in the first place. CUTE.
“I’ll SEE you then,” the agent hummed, not having the SLIGHTEST CLUE about the literal hell she was about to be involved in. Her OWN fault, really, for letting such a pretty face distract her instinct that warned her against dating any stranger.
Acting confident was easy; KEEPING the act up in the long term was another matter completely. It was something he still was learning to master, but all the same, it was a CHALLENGE. one, that he would SUCEED at.
“Trust me, you WON’T regret it.” Truth be told, he didn’t even think things would get VERY far, but it would be a NICE distraction. Even if it only lasted a SHORT amount of time. “It will be a HELL of a good time.”
『〆–❝ don’t say that unless you’re planning on making it interesting.❞ illyana replied curtly, her tone dry. a WARNING or a THREAT, regardless the blonde felt undeterred.
warning, threat, or otherwise, ky knew how to make things interesting. all it took was a bit of determination on his part and everything would fall into place. “oh, trust me, i’m quite sure i could accomplish that. it just depends on my ever volatile mood.”
“you’re… what?” she wasn’t sure what that meant in the slightest, but she wouldn’t completely discount it. there was something… off about his scent at the very least. something that didn’t quite suggest humanity, but she could confidently say no one had ever talked about princes of hell. “i mean, i would if i were a man that needed an easy way to ensure i got what i wanted.”
“let’s just say… i’m a big deal where i come from.” not really, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t boast. not this time around at least. “and i always get what I want. it just might take more work than others, but all and all… everything comes around the way it needs to.”
“You just TOLD ME that I wasn’t worth it and that you didn’t even WANT me anymore. This is my apartment!”
And SCREW IT. Natalia didn’t care what their relationship, the shattered remains, that she promised never to let their fights get physical – she reached out and SLAPPED him against the face as HARD as she could manage.
“GET OUT!”
He DESERVED that slap across the face. He knew he deserved it more than most with his UNPREDICTABLE and EVER SHIFTING attitude.
However, he took the blow with STYLE. Glaring back at her and adjusting his jacket. Not even BOTHERING to retaliate back. No, it WASN’T worth his time to make this VIOLENT.
Hellfirebound 