[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

she wishes it were much easier to hate someone like him . it should be , but she thinks she fell into infatuation with him before she could get the chance to hate him – blood stains his mouth , his teeth , that wild grin that sparks shivers down her spine . 

abra shifts back , arms wrapping around her form with a little pout . 

a lock of hair is tucked behind her ear , amber eyes lifting to watch the taller with a small frown . 

❛    kay . give me a kiss now .    ❜

[sempiternas-blog]

he wants to say no. make her come to him. construct this distance between them so that, when he fills it by showing any sort of affection, she’ll be overwhelmed -- and it’ll all seem so much more meaningful than it really is. if he starts kissing her now, perhaps she’ll come to expect it of him.

he doesn’t really care.

     ❛   Alright.   ❜

plush lips press to the bone of her cheek ( just her cheek, that’s a compromise ), his own dark blood clinging to her flesh as he pulls away. he kisses her, still simpering, in the chastest fashion he can possibly muster up -- blink and you miss it. he wonders if that’ll disappoint her.

[965withlove]

Goals 💜😪

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

once he leans down , a tiny hand balls into an even smaller fist – she stares at him for a few long moments . 

the fog that once hid his memory so well had cleared – abra recalls every bit at this soft-mouthed boy – he’s so cute , he’s so awful , it only takes a moment before her to draw her elbow back and slam the narrow bridge of her knuckles against his nose . 

then comes a yelp of pain – that hurt . she whines out and holds her fist to her chest , eyes glossing . 

❛       OW . oww . that – hurt .        ❜

[sempiternas-blog]

brows raise, beneath those glasses his eyes are glistening. arrogance shines through. silently, he eggs her on. 

there’s a sharp stab of pain that comes with her knuckles connecting with the bridge of his nose. a grin breaks out -- wide and genuine, showing all those shiny, pointed teeth. 

     ❛   Yeah! Yeah it did.   ❜

he brings a hand to swipe at the space above his lips, his knuckles coming away with smears of blood. what a rush, the blood rushes quickly, running over his lips and sticking to his teeth. he tastes iron on his tongue. what a welcome back !!!

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

❛       cause you LEFT . DUH .        ❜

she’s glad it hurts and wants to kick him again – but this time maybe she won’t be so kind as to give him a kiss . either way , tiny hands are grabbing at his shirt collar , brows furrowing with a girlish pout . 

❛     lean down so  i can , punch you .       ❜

he’s still so cool . he’s always so cool .

[sempiternas-blog]

what an asshole. there’s that awful smirk. she used to be so fond of him, why is she so content with hurting him now. what has he missed. 

granted, he didn’t really mean to leave. it just sort of happened. he’ll pretend he won’t care if she never forgives him for that. but, in truth, it’d be a real drag if she held it over his head for however long he stays.

     ❛   Okay.   ❜

he totally does, too. bends and lowers into a bow, some large part of him hoping she really will throw a punch. 

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

she kicks him hard in the shin . it’s compulsive – sudden , abrupt – the way she simply scurried over and slammed a soft-toed shoe against the bone of his shin .

taking the time when the ( much ) taller crouched out in pain – abra presses a smooch to his nose . his stupid , perfect nose .

❛     hi you big IDIOT .        ❜

sempiternas

[sempiternas-blog]

god !!! what the fuck did he do. he doesn’t deserve this. he has never done a thing wrong in his life.

who knew that would hurt so much. the pain is easy to mask when no one can see your eyes behind those stupid ass douchebag sunglasses. 

     ❛   Hey. What’s up. Why did you kick me.   ❜ 

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

( She’s charmed and perplexed—his touch is soft and experienced, and her heart throbs in clear infatuation. Such emotions are very new for Abra—she’s known old love, but never knew adorations, inclinations for affection—their eyes meet. Abra blinks hard—curls her fingertips into his hand. ) 

I’ll make you so happy. I promise. 

[sempiternas-blog]

Good, I'm so glad.

[ Exactly the sort of answer he wanted. He's been gone so long -- he wondered if he'd come back to her hating him for ever leaving. Apparently not. Not yet. He brings her hand closer, presses a single, gentle kiss to her knuckles. ]

[asteritm]

could you spare like one point five kisses. just for me, to keep me from dying.

[sempiternas-blog]

I'm incredibly busy at this very moment. Later, maybe.

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

—Would that make you. Happy?

( And she’s already fumbling to meet the demands—stars in her eyes, tiny hands fluttering. They yearn to grab at his own. ) 

[sempiternas-blog]

[ He takes one of her hands before she has the chance -- holds it in both his own, lowering his head slightly to meet her eyes, glancing toward her from over his glasses. ]

Yes, Abra. That would make me very happy.

[ohfiendangelical]

It isn’t gay until I’m fucking your corpse.

(  Zero’s black-out eyes still find a way to roll, and he rips some flesh from the other’s neck out of pure annoyance. Rage is consuming him entirely, and all he can think of is how nice it would be if Six would simply bend to his will and experience fear.  )

(  That may be the worst thing. Six’s lack of fearful respect. Everyone else has that.  )

[sempiternas-blog]

H--eeeeey, now.

[ Oh. He winces. That hurt. He's not immune to pain, he can feel all of this, he was just a little better at hiding it until Zero went and tore at his flesh. Gross, that blood's really starting to flow. It's too late. There's no running, now, no getting out of this. He'll just have to suck it up. He can't let Zero win, not now. ]

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

You did. Weak and small, but it was good. I think I loved you in a very specific way. Zero hates you. Says you—

( Pause. Words are—hard. ) 

Laugh too much. But I think I like it. I like you probably.

[sempiternas-blog]

Good, this is good. I think I can forgive you for forgetting me. You'll just have to try. Promise me you'll try to remember, as much as you can.

[ He's been back for ten minutes and is already making gentle demands. ]

[asteritm]

I don’t get enough kisses. like zero kisses. how am I gonna survive.

[sempiternas-blog]

Well. There is not much I can do about that. 

[festivearrows-deactivated201501]

Still too distracted.

I—I can’t focus. I’ve gotta—. Just. Let me take them.

[sempiternas-blog]

If I give you these glasses, I'll die.

[asteritm]

sempiternas

' pet my hair and tell me I’m pretty. ‘

[sempiternas-blog]

Why. Are you sad. I'll trade you that for a jar of peanut butter.

[sempiternas-blog]

this is a super secret message from a certain blonde named after an animal that YOU BETTER BE STAYING OUT OF TROUBLE SIX

[ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Always. 

[ohfiendangelical]

Shut up. Just shut up.

(  His eyes have gone black, now, and his teeth are sharp. He spitefully tugs Six’s hair, running his tongue over his fangs before locating a spot he’d like to bite. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s tearing into the other’s throat like an animal, hungry and angry and merciless.  )

[sempiternas-blog]

I don't mean to anger you more or--anything. But. This--is pretty gay. 

[ Those words are a slight struggle when there's blood being drained from his neck. But he's not dead yet, he can keep going for at least a few more minutes. ]

Only you, though.

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

Only maybe?

We were special. But you were. Like static. You made me very weak. 

[sempiternas-blog]

We'll see.

Did I. Keep going, what else.

[floweredophelia-deactivated2015]

—He doesn’t want me doing anything so. I don’t know.

( A brief pause. Her eyes raise, watching the boy carefully—oh, he’s so handsome. It’s enough to have her floundering. ) 

Do you want me to stay away from you? Since I don’t—remember. That much. 

[sempiternas-blog]

Why. Who cares.

No. It's okay. I can forgive you, maybe. What can you remember.