I fucked up.
[say]"You fucking think?"[/say] My voice is a tight, choked almost-laugh, anger blistering underneath the steely composure. I lean away from him, because if he touches me I will touch him back, and in in a fun and kinky way. [say]"What came over you, Sunjata, is that you were horny. You were horny and scared and weak and instead of coming to me - who you profess to love - you went running to the arms of your little blonde plaything."[/say] She's nothing more than a plaything to him, I know this.
I think it.
I... thought I knew it, anyway.
And then, suddenly, I spin around to face him, my hands reaching out to grab his collar, to try and push him back while pulling him to me at the same time. [say]"Tell me, Sunny, what did she do for you that I can't? What did she give you, that you can't get from me? I've watched you fall apart and put you back together more times than I can count- must be some kinky fucking shit. Did you like it? Did you love it?"[/say] My face is inches away from him, close enough to kiss- or bite. [say]"Do you love her?"[/say] There's a feral edge to my wolfish grin, and maybe I'm a little manic, but I think I'm allowed. Dying, coming back to life, reuniting with who you thought was your one true love, being cheated on...
It's enough to drive anyone a little crazy, don't you think?
[say]"You fucking think?"[/say] My voice is a tight, choked almost-laugh, anger blistering underneath the steely composure. I lean away from him, because if he touches me I will touch him back, and in in a fun and kinky way. [say]"What came over you, Sunjata, is that you were horny. You were horny and scared and weak and instead of coming to me - who you profess to love - you went running to the arms of your little blonde plaything."[/say] She's nothing more than a plaything to him, I know this.
I think it.
I... thought I knew it, anyway.
And then, suddenly, I spin around to face him, my hands reaching out to grab his collar, to try and push him back while pulling him to me at the same time. [say]"Tell me, Sunny, what did she do for you that I can't? What did she give you, that you can't get from me? I've watched you fall apart and put you back together more times than I can count- must be some kinky fucking shit. Did you like it? Did you love it?"[/say] My face is inches away from him, close enough to kiss- or bite. [say]"Do you love her?"[/say] There's a feral edge to my wolfish grin, and maybe I'm a little manic, but I think I'm allowed. Dying, coming back to life, reuniting with who you thought was your one true love, being cheated on...
It's enough to drive anyone a little crazy, don't you think?
