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HAPPY NEWW SWWEEPS
I'm drunk. Wwho wwants to havve sloppy make outs?
So...anyone miss me?
“…”
She stayed rather silent for a short while. Such talks about the past scarred her ego, she was usually the one to put herself in the very first place. His little remark made her grit her teeth. As if she wasn’t humiliated enough already.
“That wouldn’t last for too long. And you should know it better.”
Giving out a small sigh the cerulean blooded troll leant slightly back on him.
“Sit and wait. If you actually love me or hate me you wouldn’t make me sit and wait. Quadrants don’t work this way.”
She herself forgot a little what it’s like to be in a serious redrom. After their little love affair she couldn’t give a rest for any quadrant games but… nothing could make her feel the same way she felt back then with him.
“It’s alright though, I suppose I was wrong there. I’ll keep changing partners ever so often because maybe I will even find somebody better than you.”
He smirked and pulled her in a little closer, not allowing her to leave the confines of his lap. Lightly he nuzzled his face to her hair. "You're never goin' to find someone better than me, love." He grinned mischievously, before reaching out and grabbing his drink, taking a long gulp before offering the glass to her.
"You'd best hope that the princess tires of me quickly. I have no doubt that she will, even if I hope she will not.I just don't see how one such as myself could keep up with one so young..."
Dualscar ==> Be in a bad mood. Who wants to approach this bastard?
(He's unarmed, at least.)
anon me anything, personal, random, whatever, i’ll answer;p
Hmph...
There's a fuckin' lot of you noww...
I’m jus’ goin’t leavve this here.
I LOV---E YOU ♥♥♥♥♥
*He smiles a bit, before rubbing the back of his head.* ...You are swweet, my princess.
I think you're sexy :U
I am vvery glad you think so.
♥♥♥♥♥
<3!!!
He pulled her small form up against his body, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He knew that she was not the same person he had fallen in love with all those sweeps ago…but he could not help but to be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. “Thank you…”
As he placed yet another small kiss atop her head did she pill away just slightly. Standing up on her toes, and placing a small gentle kiss on his cheek. “You’re more than whalecome..”
His cheeks were purple and he probably resembled Eridan more than ever now - though he would resent the fact if anyone told him that. He twirled her hair around his fingers, feeling oddly excited and oddly guilty all at the same time. "You are truly happy with this arrangement, my dear?"
He yanked her from her own barstool, pulling her into his lap, crushing her body against him. Her words stung, but he knew too well that his words had stung her even more. Some how that satisfied him…perhaps it was the remainders of the black in him. Still, he also felt pangs of guilt. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, not when they were moirails.
“I know that tune as well…” He said with a small smile, nipping at her ear lobe. “It’s exactly how I have felt every single time you’ve done the same to me. Time we cut the shit, isn’t it? We’ve never moved on from each other, now have we?” He had a sort of grin on his face, pleased that he was finally the one in this position and not the other way around. Arms tightened around her waist, and he held her with a grin.
“You know you think me more than adorable. A great deal more…”
Before she could do anything she found herself in his lap, she didn’t bother resisting him as, she couldn’t. He could have taken adventage of her if he only wanted to as she got weaker within his grip. The feelings that she tried to avoid so much have returned and she couldn’t help it but to give in. As much as it could have be seen wrong - the fact that they were supposed to be moirails completely ditched her mind.
“Nngh,” faint cerulean color washed her cheeks as she flailed hopelessly in his arms, soon though, she gave up on faking this stupid act. There was no use, it was his turn to play and mess with her.
“Y… you are right. You are most likely to be my fated one, the one I can not replace no matter how many cue balls would tell me otherwise.”
She smiled because she realized how funny it is.
‘Fate’ was such a funny deal.
“And…. you are right again. You are far more than simply adorable for me, Daemion. For me you are everything. You are an annoying, childish prick but you are also my dearest sweetheart, the one I could never imagine my life without.”
She rose her arm slowly to trail her fingers faintly upon his cheek.
He reached out and grabbed her hand as it touched her cheek, savoring the feel. How long had he wanted this again? Too long. It was ironic how she would break down and confess now.
"Remember that fuss you made when I asked you to bow to some high bloods at the royal court? It was so many sweeps ago, yet it is still you now. You never want to give up, you just keep your head held high and do things your way all the same." He kissed the top of her head.
"I couldn't imagine life without you either...but now I am the one in a red romance and you need to sit and wait." He added after a moment, "Well, red potential anyway."
It was now his turn to be silent, stunned by her words. Through this all, she had always been the stubborn one, the one claiming that there was no way in hell that they could work. And now here she was, the one crumbling. He didn’t know what to make of it.
A hand crept up her thigh, and he inched closer to her on his bar stool, smirking as he drew closer to her. “Ah, so we’ve finally come to this, have we? Now that I have even the faintest possibility of someone, you are ready to confess how you’ve never let go.” His voice was quiet, and grew into a whisper as once again he drew closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“How does it feel? To be the left over scraps? To be discarded? Because Octavia, that is what you are…”
She should have shut up. Clearly right now he was only messing up with her and teasing her. The confession already almost drew her to be nearly tears and not the fake one she would spill in order to take over innocent minds. But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t bring herself to show him her weak side anymore despite what she told him just now.
“It feels terrible. It feels horrible and I hate you so much for trapping me within your web.”
Mindfang placed her hand on his own, moving it higher, even to beneath her skirt a little but she stopped. Stopped to dig her nails into his flesh for a brief moment. Maybe, she could take adventage of him when he was a big light-head. She probably had this option but rathered not to do that.
“But I no longer see reason why I should bother to love or even hate a little chew toy. You are adorable, but that’s all about it, Orphaner.”
Saying that, she turned her head a little and started to laugh. At this time, at him. Only to wash her own emotions away. In heart - she was a child who can’t deal with her mistakes and admit how wrong she was and it was always much easier to point how others messed up.
He yanked her from her own barstool, pulling her into his lap, crushing her body against him. Her words stung, but he knew too well that his words had stung her even more. Some how that satisfied him...perhaps it was the remainders of the black in him. Still, he also felt pangs of guilt. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, not when they were moirails.
"I know that tune as well..." He said with a small smile, nipping at her ear lobe. "It's exactly how I have felt every single time you've done the same to me. Time we cut the shit, isn't it? We've never moved on from each other, now have we?" He had a sort of grin on his face, pleased that he was finally the one in this position and not the other way around. Arms tightened around her waist, and he held her with a grin.
"You know you think me more than adorable. A great deal more..."
Put "SPILL" in my inbox if you want me to confess something.
Nodding in response did she end up letting out a few of her own giggles. “Hehe, alrighty, a test run will be just fin glub~”
He pulled her small form up against his body, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He knew that she was not the same person he had fallen in love with all those sweeps ago...but he could not help but to be drawn to her like a mouth to a flame. "Thank you..."