That cocky grin has her fangs pressing against her lips, more animal than human as a growl threatens to scrape from her throat. "I don't want anything from you." Everything he does is like too sharp claws where gentle hands had once roamed, from his 'endearing' term to the shadows that caress her legs, slick as oil that clogs and reminds her of how easily she'd drowned herself in his presence.
Fire flares. It starts in her head, a ringing red that swelters and sears through her thoughts. There's no room for reason or logic, blinding her in the smoke and flames of pain and memories that find fuel in his every word - the 'darlin' like a piece of dynamite against the heat that sparks when he mentions Pierce. It pushes out of every pore, looking for anything to devour and finding his shadows to chomp at. The tendrils wrap around her body like it might hide her behind the physical embodiment of every emotion, a wall of fire that doesn't care about the casualties, determined to force Vesper out.
3/4
Fire flares. It starts in her head, a ringing red that swelters and sears through her thoughts. There's no room for reason or logic, blinding her in the smoke and flames of pain and memories that find fuel in his every word - the 'darlin' like a piece of dynamite against the heat that sparks when he mentions Pierce. It pushes out of every pore, looking for anything to devour and finding his shadows to chomp at. The tendrils wrap around her body like it might hide her behind the physical embodiment of every emotion, a wall of fire that doesn't care about the casualties, determined to force Vesper out.
3/4
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
