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. 

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          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. 

Revenge


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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.

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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.”

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             『❝  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.

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   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.”

Ruin

“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!”

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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.

“You’ll REGRET this.. mark my words!”

He never believed that Venom could truly be full. Maybe they would be satisfied for the moment, but full? Ky actually had to restrain himself from grinning at  that prospect. If the Symbiote could achieve something a-kin to being full, that meant all Ky had to do was make sure it always had what it wanted.
         That way, maybe the both of them could come to an agreement… one way or another.

“You must have had a decent meal then.” Or maybe something was quite different this time around. In truth, he could have investigated into the why, or even what Venom ate, but he didn’t care that much about what  they ate. Not really at least… just as long as it wasn’t him. “Any left overs?”

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Although they were not particularly fussed about what they would use for their next meal regardless of Eddie’s protests on this occasion the cunning klyntar had sought to deliberately drag things out. If to see how long the other’s patience would last before they snapped.
     “Saving lives? Why should we 

C̕A̧͡R̵͝E̛ about doing that? Only Eddie concerns himself with things of THAT nature! And he…” That nebulous maw sees black lips recede, exposing fangs that dripped with saliva. Drooling at the mere promise of a meal to come. “…Is not

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Ky thought the prospect of the meal would ultimately be enough. He added on the bit about saving lives as maybe (even if he had his doubts) it would grab their attention.  So far, it just served to make things a bit more difficult. A reason to why the demon chose another – far more dangerous -route. One, that hopefully wouldn’t be filled with an instant amount of regret.
       “You need to eat, don’t you?” The question was asked as he took a step forward. “I can give you a meal that will keep you full for days.” His lips then pursed together for several moments.  “Tell me, what do you know of Blackheart?”

Dealt a harsh defeat, the pile of rubble stays still for a moment, the silence deafening in its length. Seeing no need to react immediately, or even drum up further fuss, Odinson, disgraced, depowered and absolutely humiliated, surfaces from beneath the pile of rubble during Ky’s ‘fallen’ remark, a fluke of timing that makes it appear as though such a claim had been spoken too early.

Standing with shoulders hunched and back doubled over, breathing becomes an annoying challenge for him, given the devastation wrought upon his insides by the hammer that betrayed him so publicly. Yes, the blame must lie with Mjolnir, thinks his muddled mind, grasping now at threads before admitting it was his own fault it dropped from his hand.

By the time he deigns to speak, the unworthy blond, no longer interested in dragging out this encounter, makes way to leave, but not before dropping a few angry remarks at Ky’lar’s feet.

“Then leave me to my self-made ruin and be gone from my sight, worthy one. I am certain your time is better spent elsewhere than observing this foolish god 

besmirching his own reputation by conducting himself poorly.”

Ky’lar chose to reject his demonic tendencies to become worthy. He rejected his anger and his hatred to become something more. To become something more than he could ever achieve any other way. 

It was trial and error. Restraint and release. A circle of becoming better; to admit he had faults and then work better to achieve something more. Mjolnir wasn’t needed for this – he could have done it himself, but the Hammer focused his mind, and gave him a reason to change.

However, it was times like this that hew as put to the real test. Every part of him urged to  strike at Thor; to end the Unworthy one here and there. Yet, he knew  he couldn’t – to do so  would prove  he hadn’t changed,  and it was why he gripped the handle tightly to avoid doing anything that could prove to be problematic. 

“Mark my words, Odinson, your ruin was your own doing. Not mine; a foolish god with no understanding of reality.”  His lips formed into a thin-line as held the hammer tighter. “See you around.”

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          🕸   ❝     our strength is more so and our hunger intense. apologizes to the mess we have created. we will  fix it.     ❞

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mess was one way to put it; blood everywhere and some ‘left overs’. just his luck that he’d find himself in this situation. ❝ and here i thought tonight would be boring. ❞ he was meant to be keeping himself out of trouble, but he always ended up finding himself mixed up in something. ❝ seems i was wrong. ❞