Surely her intentions weren’t so pure. The doll was a programmed toy, but possessed thoughts of her own. Surely, surely, surely that innocent quip held a darker meaning, one meant to antagonize the redhead. Asuka could just see it in the aversion of her eyes, not even courageous enough to meet her own contrasting blue orbs. Guilt. Something to hide. Embarrassment? Unlikely, but…she wouldn’t write it off just yet. A glimmer of something that felt suspiciously like adoration fluttered in her chest at that thought, and no matter how hard she glared or willed it away, it remained.
"You sure like telling lies, huh? Not the good little girl I thought you were. I guess even the untouchable," inhuman, she bit back. "are prone to stringing others along. You think I don’t know what fucking games you’re playing with me, Ayanami!? My red?! What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?!"
A moment passed in tense silence until Asuka grew tired of it, advancing further on her paler counterpart until the distance between them was scarce, space only occupied by her hissing and Rei’s controlled, even breaths. She could feel them on her face. A sham of a smile illuminated the contours of the red pilot’s face, mocking, pretending all was well within her. Pretending that the things she felt were normal, she wasn’t confused, she wasn’t fucking REPRESSED, SHE WAS FUCKING FINE.
"Are you talking about my blood? Huh? Do you bleed red too, First Child? Should I find out? Or do you wanna draw some of mine, if you admire it so much?! Or…" She paused, blue eyes widening in manic anger, teasing. "Maybe it’s my hair. Is that it? Not jealous, are you? Everyone is, always wanting what they can’t have! I’m right here in front of you, Ayanami. Touch it if you like. Touch what you can’t have! Go on!"
Childish. Bitter. Mocking. A suggestion so innocent as brushing pale fingers through those bright strands held a deeper intent, a sick kind of satisfaction brewing in the darkest pit of her. A joke, but testing, testing to see if there was more. Perhaps they were more alike than previously thought.
The invitation taken quite literal, the second Ayanami
strides forward with purpose. She stops only a breath
away from the other, her eyes wide & bright with hope
of acceptance. A small pale hand which was slightly
shaky, brushed bright orange locks. Asuka’s hair slid
through her fingers & rippled like silk against Rei’s
porcelain skin.
While deep hatred was rooted for the color red, Asuka was
different. She was always different. In the ways she held herself,
the way she talked down to people. There was something that
completely shifted in the pilot’s facade.
Piece by piece Asuka was falling apart,
a complete opposite of what she had
always known. Rei gaze slid to face the
red-head & there was new emotion that
was twisted upon her features. Regret was
painted on her visage, before it settled
back into a emptiness.
Rei’s hand was still poised in a open grasp &
could easily touch the girl’s soft skin. There was
a need. There was a need that grew from her
stomach & enveloped her thoughts. She wanted to.
But of course, Rei did not.
The limb dropped to her side, limp & still
swinging a bit. Yet even if this need was
suppressing her speech, Rei did not move
from her standing point.
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