“Oh, but that would be much too easy for you, wouldn’t it? I prefer to give you a challenge. Otherwise, I can tell you’re not having any fun at all.” Of course, Violet tacked on a coy giggle to the end of her sentence. It brought a smile to those pink painted lips ㅡ one only a crocodile would wear. The conniving girl was well aware of the machinations between the two of them and how much she would like to keep them. How surprising that this Vermillion boy fed into her idea of a good time without so much as a question. She was brain, he was brawn, and she preferred it that way.
The moment Ares’ fingers twisted the tips of her hair, she seized his wrist. Roughly. She could even hear a faint slap of her palm against his skin as she did so. Oh, well. It could be played off as an accident. After all, how much damage could a frail girl like her do to someone like him? It was a threat and a simultaneous flirtation. If he didnt wish to play their game fairly, neither would she.
As if to make up for it, she brushed the side of her thumb over the bony part of his wrist. This was merely part of the insurance that by the time the night came to an end, he would have paid for her every drink, every snack, whatever she claimed she did not have enough money for. Area said no countless times with his lips and eyes, and yet he still stood before her like a desperate puppy pleading for another treat. Violet wasn’t careless enough to make sure he got even a modicum of what he desired.
( It was her eventual goal to get at least one candidate to die for her. Even if it meant she was required to put on an act that either put them on a pedestal or further into their grave. )
“Anyway, I’m sure there are quite a few things about me that will end up surprising you, though. What’s the point in being predictable, silly?” She paused to tug at the light skirt of her casual attire. Lavender. The more color she slapped on her body, the more inconspicuous she became. However, upon revealing her concealed butterfly knife to him, the facade dissolved within an instant. Therein laid the uncertainty if both, one, or neither of them would return unharmed. “Which means… I would like you to take me anywhere, including a club at dusk. Who even cares what I would be wearing? They’ll all be too drunk to notice.”
“ oh? and what’s wrong with easy? easy isn’t all bad, ” he teases but quickly his brow arches at the notion that she can tell when he’s not having fun. “ so you just see right through me, is that it? ” ironic, when he tries so hard to make sure that no one truly knows how he feels. staring at violet, he has to wonder, has to question, just how much she thinks she knows him, how much of this she thinks is real.
the grip around his wrist is telling and he has half a mind to question it but lack of genuine interest always prevails and he lets this game continue, the same way he has been for some time. whatever this game is, whatever her game is, he wants to figure it out. if this is retaliation, her defenses, so be it.
at least she’s consistent in some way, her back and forth, push and pull, it comes and goes as she pleases and he can’t judge when he operates in the same way. little touches here and there to appease him, further tempt him, keep him temporarily infatuated. she’s clever, he gives her that much, and he’s simple to entertain.
“ mm, do you want to surprise me? that’s cute too, ” because he has a feeling violet doesn’t actually take to being called cute. rather, she uses it and he’s content with that. as someone who uses his own looks, he appreciates another artist of the same craft. “ you could surprise me in much less than this in my room too. that’s not predictable of a girl as cute as you that dresses like this, like a little doll. ”
his brows momentarily furrow in confusion. why would she want to go to a club right now anyway? why at dusk? why at all when she barely liked to move during the day from what he could tell? but he would never voice his questions, doesn’t actually care what the answers are as long as she doesn’t expect him to want to know. “ i care but we can talk about that later. not sure your skirt is a good idea for a motorcycle but i really don’t mind. let’s go, ” this time, he doesn’t wait for an answer, taking her hand and leading her towards where his bike is parked. “ do you even need a helmet? i think your head is thick enough. ”
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