Her eyes widen for a moment in time. It’s as if she’s living in slow motion, witnessing as his vice grip finds its temporary homage against her neck. She knows his strength, but she’s also been trained for when issues such as this arise – ( after everything she’d been through ) – however, she’d never anticipated his soft touch to become so HARSH. Martial arts ( & self defense training ) keep her from being held captive for too long, sharp to raise her arm and remove the extension of his arm by swinging downward. With a gasp of air, however she struts backwards, leering at him as she’s NEVER glared before.
“DO NOT fucking touch me! Ever again!”
He’d warned her about what he was capable of and what he’d do when the time came. He had told her time and time again that he was unstable – or maybe that was just in his mind. Not that it mattered now. All that did quite possibly matter was if she would come out of this alive.
Of course, his answer came shortly after his internal question; her moves were quick and unexpected. Something he should have foreseen, but he always forgot or maybe he didn’t care about what she did or had been through.
Ky’s eyes narrowed, but not out of hatred ( even though that was one way it could be truthfully described ), nor anything specific like that. No, the demon was amused. More so due to how she reacted so quickly, and with-out any hesitation to speak of.
His hand went back down to his side as he took a step back. If he was thinking clearly, there would have been a string of apologizes running through his lips, but for now… there wasn’t.
Instead, he glared at her. “You should watch your tone, Less-” he started to say his usual when he got angry, but at the last moment, he cut himself off with a grunt. That way, all he had to do next was leave – he could fight this another time.
“Ofcourse you don’t.” she snaps beneath her breath. Her lips then fall agape and she can barely swallow the bile she feels rising. His words sting like a sharpened blade that had been put through a ring fire. Accept it. Live with it. Move on… As if she hadn’t seen enough death to coat her entire life in blood. Rather than accept it, live with it, or move on, she’d dawned a cape and some killer kick ass boots & accessories. – That was her burden to bear. Her choice. And, clearly, this, was his.
“Is this a necessary death? Is there no absolute way around it?” she dodges his inquisition with another. Because where yes, she general disapproves of brutal murder – she can comprehend the necessity for reform… for vengeance.
“since when have you been so interested in what i do?” it was more than just a simple question. far more in-fact, but he wasn’t about to allow that little bit of information slip out. no, he had an idea that she’d figure it out herself. after-all, ky never really enjoyed explaining himself, but what had him curious was that she seemed so interested. so, in his mind, he wanted to investigate or, rather, prod a little just to know what she meant.
“everyone dies. i just wonder… why this has just come up now.” ky didn’t expect a true answer, but he sure hoped he’d get one. at least that way… he’d know what he was facing against. “i’ve always been one to take lives. my species aside the urge has always been there.”
She takes that moment, when her body shivers due to his warm touch to seize the opportunity. “I don’t plan on it.” she mutters as she stands on tip-toes to press her lips to his in offering of a gentle kiss.
Every time they kissed it was gentle and kind. It made him feel something that was unknown to him before. A reason to why he tried so hard to be decent – he tried so hard to be something he wasn’t around her. Still, he couldn’t deny returning the kiss… even if deep down he didn’t feel like he deserved it.
Part of her is struggling to breathe, the other half is telling her to get a grip. All that had brought this on, after all, was yet some other creature trying to get into her head. She’s been manipulated before. And though she’s overcome quite a bit of toxicity, she’s still quite damaged. Vulnerability is something she thought she’d left behind but for some reason or another he brings it out of her and she — Truly abhors it! She’s exhausted with being hurt. And yet, she’s the one who makes herself the damn ‘damsel in distress’. Ugh!!
He slips his fingertips beneath her chin, a move she usually finds some comforting but right now? She’s in too deep with her frustration and she actually pushes his grip away. “You’re full of shit!” she snaps, before she can even truly think.
He had always been so gentle with her. Something that he rarely was to anyone else and it was to that reason the snap hurt him worse than anything she could have ever done. If she truly felt that way about him, there was no point in even staying, but Ky knew how to rub things in. He knew exactly what buttons to push so she would be hurt far worse than he would in this.
As his grip was pushed away he smirked for a moment, but then moved his hand forward to grip her neck… tightly. With-in seconds, his entire attitude towards her changed; that gentleness evaporated into pure hatred as he spoke. “Or, maybe.. you should watch your tone.”
he couldn’t help the slight grin that spread across his lips a few moments after the kiss. nor could he truly deny his enjoyment of the moment. no, ky was in absolute bliss as he leaned his head back for a few moments. “as i’ve said before,” he mused out lowly. “all you ever have to do is ask.”
ky returned the kiss with a grin. after a few moments however, he spoke again. “eventually,” he mused out lowly. “someone will try to, but i doubt they’d get far. my family is… complicated. one moment they don’t care and the next? well they want my head on a pike.”
“Mm.” she hums, brows raising then lowering, an expression that reads she’s clearly less than pleased in this moment. “So what is this? One big game? Let me ask you something, Ky. When you say you care about me is that kinda like how a dog cares about his chew toy?”
It was an accurate assessment of the situation. He cared, he cared as much as he could, but did that really mean it something more? Ky didn’t have the capacity to shift through his thoughts or if he did? He didn’t want to. No, he wasn’t going to answer truthfully, or even at all. Instead, he was going to avoid the question entirely. “I’m not an animal,” he mused, right hand moving under her chin. “And I really do care.”
"Doesn’t matter,” he said, hands running through his hair, “I thought I knew what was possible years ago.” A short-two second pause. “Now? Even the entire world dying wouldn’t surprise me – nothing ever does these days.”
“Not my first tango with ….” she holds her tongue so not to be offensive. Because whatever that was? She doesn’t see it in Ky. “And clearly not yours.” She bats her lashes and folds her arms turning to him. “’He do this pretty often?”
“Blacky does what he wants – he doesn’t enjoy staying away for too long.” A pause. “On the other hand… whatever Meph shows up? Well, it’s usually worse.” Most of the time at least. “They say it’s to protect me, but truthfully? It’s more of an annoyance.”
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