audrey beaudair

[spitfirefelix]

        licking at her insides like an unironic FLAME all too desperate to swallow her whole, a blood-curdling lust urged the tormented girl to all too eagerly comply with the male’s given demands. as masculine hands groped at clothed hips, a sultry coo causing warm skin to turn to gooseflesh, audrey could feel her tongue wanting to form the word SIMON as the male’s predatory husk demanded things of her… an all too familiar fate the damsel recognized but paid no mind to.

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[simcnsaid]

     the ice caps would have SHIVERED had they felt the chill that zipped between audrey’s vertebrate, clutching at her throat and stunting her ability to inhale as blunt nails curled into freckled flesh. the way her name burned on his lips made her insides bubble, abdominals tightening in response to the husk of his voice against her skin. as the warmth of the match drew near, igniting her skin with a delicious BITE    audrey felt her body quivering, the hair on her limbs singeing as the mouth of the flame licked tauntingly at velvet skin. a tinge of fear caressed the contours of her face, drawing her back into the drafty basement of her captor, pressed with horror into a corner of her own despair, trembling in the longing of warmth, the prayer for freedom; soft, pleading words that maybe he’d feed her with more than just his seed... but it was that fear felix had literally IGNITED within her that made her all the more desperate for his attention. his touch. his mouth. his fire.         as his lips located her own, a whine emitting from her throat as the match continued to lull dauntingly close to her skin, figure rolling forward- attempting to capture the burning sensation he was so cruelly teasing her with. she felt his scars, she felt the smile lines, she tasted the thirst of suffering she too was dehydrated from; starving for.    ❝            f-felix. . . ❞ she stammered FORGETFUlLY, the rightful title she had subconsciously assigned him. . .but the edge of the word heightened into a painful gasp as the mouth of the flame sucked tenderly on the flesh of her inner thigh, her nails clenching his flesh, drawing scarlet to the surface, moisture plaguing her eyes as her breath heaved in her chest, the smell of her flesh as the match devoured it causing her nose to scrunch... and it was that PAIN he had caused her that made the murdereress want him all the more. she kissed him harder now, grinding hips harder against his, hungering more than ever for his embrace.   ❝  again. . . ❞ she plead, starvation in her words, simon in her heart, she wanted to be hurt. be AFRAID. ❝  . . . do it again, sir. please.❞

[briellecapello]

Spitfire Beauties // Audrey & Piper

@simcnsaid

       Audrey Beaudair.        Now WHY did that name sound familiar to the red haired intern? It wasn’t if the face of the girl in front of her was ringing any bells. Her flowing dark haired locks and captivating green eyes gave no indication of remembrance to Piper. Just her name. Even though the intern was fairy good at putting names to faces, for some reason this one was stumping her brilliant mind. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t a patient of Doctor Ramsay’s; that much Piper knew for certain. All his patients were Piper’s patients and she had been introduced to pretty much every one of them as far as she was aware of. The only reason Audrey was seated in front of Piper right now was because the intern had been the only one currently available to give her an analysis to her well being. It wasn’t uncommon for the crimson haired beauty to be giving check ups to other patients. Be it as she was the only one available or because someone had been injured in her presence that the growing doctor in her couldn’t turn away an injured person. Even though she didn’t have a particular like for people considering her extremely awkward and horrid social skills, when it came to a person’s life a new persona took form over the young woman.

“Well so far you seem perfectly fine to me.”

       The words of the intern slipped passed her cherry red lips as she mused her findings to the girl sat before her. There really was nothing wrong with her, but it was reported to her by another intern to give Audrey a once over. Not that Piper really understood why. With a clipboard in front of her, Piper scooted back with her rotating stool and grabbed a pen behind her from her desk in order to write her notes of the patient in front of her. Exactly what was the concern for this girl? On the outside she seemed in perfect health. However on the inside; especially mentally, that was always a different story. As the intern’s hazel hues lifted from her clipboard and to Audrey, her eyes seemed to scrutinize her. Granted she was wearing a long sleeve sweater so if there were injuries then they were hidden from the fire beauty’s prying eyes. Perhaps if she questioned Audrey, she could get some sort of vibe that caused reason to worry about her.

“How do you feel Audrey? Is there anything bothering you that I can assist with?”

       Piper asked, raising a slim red brow.

[simcnsaid]

       it had been months since her admittance to brielle, which could otherwise be known as her RESCUE. long healed are the broken ribs and sprained muscles, having not heard her stomach pleading for food in some time known, the struggle her lungs once suffered having slowly faded into nothing more than a numb memory; audrey, on all physical elements, was recovering. spending years in the dark, a basement filled with nothing more than the smell of her own despair, audrey had come to learn that perhaps life was never meant to rule out in her favor. the world was never going to owe her anything, and how she was treated once she was abducted off the streets of the place she once called home proved that fact more than the brunette would like to even admit.       standing before her, a pretty young woman with education carved into her features; intelligent eyes, well-kept apricot locks, cheekbones prominent and reflective of a healthy diet and good genes. there was something CRUEL in the way she observed audrey, her patient, and it almost made the murderer’s skin crawl in the most defensive of matters. balling her fists, arms pressed to her sides, the beaudair damsel took notice of how she wrote in a neat near-perfect script on a note sheet, marking down her vitals and obvious signs of discomfort or poor health. according to her words, audrey had none, but within the conduits of her achingly tortured mind rested illness that couldn’t be spotted by the naked eye. the psychiatrist labeled her a poor, suffering girl with homicidal tendencies engrained within her being due to a man that taught her to be a threat. a brainwashed young woman who can’t seem to realize what that monster ( SIMON ) had truly done to her; stock holme syndrome, she had called it. among other things, audrey was just another poor bastard who had gotten the sharp end of the sword pierced between her ribs and twisted over and over again. the doctor’s words shook her from her state of boredom, causing her to blink dully, pulling arm sleeves over palms and shrugging her shoulders limply, uneager to reply;          ❝       i feel as one must, doctor,❞ she signed in reply, lowering her eyes to her sheet sleeves, felix’s shirt, so she could pick unthoughtfully at the frayed hem and spiraling, lose threads- the fabric surely having met the lit end of a matchstick time and again. ❝ im full of more medication than i have been with food for the past two years of my life, how could i NOT feel well?? ❞

[simcnsaid]

unfarmiiliar‌:

the days were starting to blur together ; he doesn’t know the difference between today, tomorrow and yesterday. “i was in a hospital. not like this, but still a sentence,” logan did have a sentence of his own..different terms and conditions, which he’s sure she probably hasn’t heard of, and something he’d willingly walk right back into if given the chance. most of the patients here might not say the same. it’s not even the fact that it was a stingy basement she had spoken about that made the connection ; his own mind convinced him that it was indeed a hospital. his legs were broken and she was trying to him help. the staff here weren’t trying to help. they were just keeping them apart. back to the present, logan. “so we’re all criminals, then?” eyebrows furrow in mass confusion. most of the people here didn’t seem to be criminals. they didn’t tell him that when he first arrived. why didn’t they tell him that? “people hide all the time,” a shrug as if it’s no big deal. “there was a guy i learned about in school who was hidden for over a decade in another country.” under different circumstances? absolutely. did that matter now? absolutely not. there’s a pause to think about his question. a year? a year and a half? months? days? all blurs. “a while, i guess.”

               a sudden peak in interest caused the tips of her ears to perk, an unwavering smile lulling upon her petals as she leaned her torso forward as if attempting to gain a closer look at him, EXAMINING the male who had so suddenly captured her now FULL attention with a few measly words. ❝         a hospital?? what was wrong with you??❞ inquired audrey with an investigative tinge to her expression, eyes large, hoping he had some kind of violent illness or something of that nature to humor the achingly bored brunette with. hands interwove, elbows on thighs and chin atop folded knuckles, audrey watched with other as he spoke, taking note the confusion on his face, the struggle to place WORD to THOUGHT. the idea appealed her, and perhaps if she wasn’t so grounded in her insanity, she would have had half a thought to offer accompaniment. ❝ and you have complete confidence that you’ll have the funding and resources to run away that far??❞

[wendysortega]

“They’re laying eggs in your brain, you know.”

[simcnsaid]

          ❝        who is doing WHAT to my brain??❞ gauked the murderess with a cunning grin, an eery excitement flickering in her eyes as she turned her figured to better face the all-knowing being across from her. ❝ what’s gonna hatch from these eggs?? little insects?? WORMS??❞

[simcnsaid]

demixrivers‌:

Honestly, Audrey reminded the beauty of her old roommate in some ways – her quick wit, the violent tone in her voice, the disregard for any human emotion. It was like having some dolled up version of Abigail in her room, only she got the feeling that the raven haired girl actually liked her… At least, SOMETIMES. Demetria could see that Audrey was trying to get a glimpse of the magazine and so she shifted her position on the bed, angling herself so that the magazine was pointed in her new roommates direction – and people thought that she was CARELESS. Soon enough though, her eyebrows soon furrowed – body bolting upright and twisting towards the brunette who was sat on her own bed. Wow, so insulting– so HURTFUL. 

“First of all, where the fuck does my bone structure come into ANY of what we have been talking about? Second of all, I was actually paying you a compliment – saying that you are too good for him, not because I want to know the ins and outs about your fucking relationship. God, Audrey. I like to think that this room is a sane place until you start gargling bullshit like that.”

       when the opportunity arose itself, audrey uncharacteristically allowed herself to become immersed in the glossy pages of VOGUE, having instinctually loomed her gaze over the pages once they were clearly presented in her direction, shifting only slightly as the other drew. . .  uncomfortably close. her tongue lazy rolled along her lower lip before the petal was tucked between her teeth, eyes only shifting from the pages once the beauty had erected herself from her seat, clearly insulted by audrey’s dig at her appearance.  ❝ don’t get defensive, we aren’t all chiseled from the finest stone,❞ cruelly bit the murdererss, a childish tang to her words that may or may not have been an attempt at PLAYFULNESS. then, having realized her mistake, audrey hummed, resting her weight back on palms that flattened against a sad, dull comforter supplied to her by the institution;  ❝             well, in that case; demetria rivers, your cheekbones are your most ENRICHING feature and thank you- felix marshall is going to wish he never gave me the time of day. . .❞ the damsel wished she was distured by the other’s words, as it would plague her with an excuse to be truly cruel, but instead, a sharp grin embellished itself on her features as a ripe laugh echoed within the cavity of her hollow chest;  ❝ come on, we all know there isn’t a spot on this earth that can be considered a SANE PLACE. . . sanity is a social construct; even heaven is full of PSYCHOS. ❞

[simcnsaid]

unfarmiiliar‌:

truthfully, logan didn’t know just exactly how the other knew that, but he wasn’t going to ask. he’d been told not to ask too many questions long ago and she didn’t seem to want to answer them, anyways. “my sentence has been long enough,” long enough for the want to go back home much more than it was originally. why couldn’t they just let him go? if not to miss m, then to his parents, at least. logan can take everything else he needs into his own hands after that. “but it seems like you know more than i do.” he shrugs. unsure of just exactly to say. he’d never been that great with words & filtering ; instead, usually blurting out things left and right without a care in the world. now? it was the opposite. “it doesn’t seem that hard to break out, though.”

       hearing the other only made audrey wish she had kept her pretty little lips pursed and pressed, sewn together by common sense. instead, audrey sat there with her tongue pressed into her cheek as she raised dark brows in the other’s direction. he wouldn’t know a LONG SENTENCE if it came right up and bit him in the; ❝-        you don’t know a long sentence til you spend YEARS in a man’s cold, dismal-ass basement,❞ she disputed, words nippy yet carrying a songbird-like lull to them. whether or not the male was familiar with, had seen, or had heard her case. . . audrey knew her words alone hinted that she had been through some SHIT.  ❝listen, sport, breaking out isn’t the hard part . . . it’s STAYING OUT. this is a criminal-housing facility, and whilst not all are mad here, enough are to make the public wary. . . the moment a missing patient is reported, you’ll have a million and one targets on your back and you’re better off dead than being dragged back here by your heels. . .how long have you been here??❞

[simcnsaid]

spitfirefelix‌:

   the view of her bruised skin was glorious, the taste of it and the melody of noises dancing from her lips even more so. one hand stayed traversing her at all times, while the other reached blindly for a lamp he’d been vaguely paying attention to the location of. luckily, in spite of the delicious distraction squirming before him, fingers curled around a beaded string, yanking it to bathe the room in a soft yellow glow, not that it was entirely needed as one of the rooms two shades had been partially opened. leaning back from his assault, felix felt something inside of him shift at the sight of her. tousled hair, airy gasps and a rosy color to her cheeks drove him MAD, the arsonist returning to their situation with even further force than before. 

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         licking at her insides like an unironic FLAME all too desperate to swallow her whole, a blood-curdling lust urged the tormented girl to all too eagerly comply with the male’s given demands. as masculine hands groped at clothed hips, a sultry coo causing warm skin to turn to gooseflesh, audrey could feel her tongue wanting to form the word SIMON as the male’s predatory husk demanded things of her. . . an all too familiar fate the damsel recognized but paid no mind to. 

     she felt her knees weaken with submission, complying fingers taking their time to remove the fabric that hung like worn curtains over a skeletal frame; shrunken to the bone from the memorable anguish of simon’s abuse. disposing of each piece with a painful, lethargic nature-  audrey took her time until she was left with an almost bare torso; brassier still in place, for the time being. eyes drank in his own figure, observing the many scars and raised wounds that ornamented a lean, freckled chest ( she imagined the beauty marks as blood spatters and felt her mouth WATERING ).       when his hands found her waist, she took notice as one dared to venture across the plane of her skin- an open canvas for him to paint as he so pleased with whatever tools he deemed FIT. after silent instruction, audrey allowed caramel thighs to wrap around his waist, hands wrapping over the backs of his shoulders and gripping with her nails for balance, chest pressed up against him as slow, drawing breaths lulled from parted lips;  ❝            i called you by your name, SIR,❞ pleaded the brunette with a daring lick of sarcasm to her words, tugging greedily on the scarlet locks splintering at the nape of his neck as a sticky sweet smile embellished itself upon her petals. when the warm glow of the freshly struck match neared velvet thighs, peach fuzz stood on it’s toes as her lungs drew in a wavering breath, pearls sucking in the skin of her lower lip and chewing fondly upon it, eyes watching his oh so observantly as an eagerness began to tick inside of her ( tick, tick, tick ). it climbed her vertebrate like the rungs of ladders and lodged itself in her throat, causing her to halt her breathing until the arsonist painted his first stroke.   ❝ . . . well ??❞

[lifescare]

“how many keys d’you think they’ve got to this place?“ it’s been a day a month more than a year since he’d been dropped off at brielle and logan had been complacent with the staff and regulations .. for the most part. there’s still some childlike naivety in the way he speaks ; a logical part in the back of his mind knows he won’t be able to escape, not by himself, but the other part needs to. he needs to go HOME. this wasn’t it. this woudn’t do. he’d keep coming up with ways to leave, even if he never acted upon them.  “there can’t be that many, can there?”

[simcnsaid]

      ❝                   too many,❞ sighed the brunette, picking boredly at her nails as the nameless male thought allowed, probably not expecting the murderess to actually grant him a reply. as he continued, she released another breath- more irritation present in this one- and swung her legs over the arm of the couch, laying herself back on the sofa cushions;  ❝ sorry kid, i’ve already tried. . . it’s impossible to break out of here without getting caught or having your absense noticed within the hour. your sentence in here would only be longer if you tried to pull that shit, so i don’t advise it.❞ audrey then laughed, glancing over at him, a smirk on her lips; ❝ . . .but who says you have to take MY advice?? you do you, i guess.❞

[simcnsaid]

spitfirefelix‌:

   the despaired joke uttered at the expense of audrey perhaps was meant to strike his affliction for crude and unfortunate matters, but it seemed to over shoot and land in his gut. without warning and a sudden force, one dotted palm protectively pressed her body closer to his own, the other moving to grip the sharp line where jaw and chin connect, blazing emeralds boring into her own. forgotten photos of a dingy, cramped room displayed across a television set flashed through the redhead’s mind, a low (possessive) growl emitting from the primal side of him. “ if he ever lays a hand on you again, i will BURN him alive and make sure the whole world fucking watches. “ fingers slowly released delicate chin, grazing the purpling skin as he traced the remnants of where he had been. “ you are MINE before you are anyone else’s, understand? “

   with that, the brunette had left his grasp, chocolate locks brushing his cheeks and leaving him with stitchings of an enticed smirk. tease. he followed her without hesitation, hungry gaze roaming the caresses of her frame, absently ensuing her path. the only thing to pry his wandering eyes away was the piercing stare of her own, a look that caused his tongue to drag along his lower lip, wasting no time backing her against the door. a ravenous chuckle befell him as his head ducked to find the sensitive porcelain plane of her neck once again, hand quick to find the brass knob. “ as long as there’s light. i want to be able to SEE you… “ the male breathed against her. 

    something IGNITED within her as the promise of protection lulled from burn-scarred lips, cradling a sort of warmth that had suddenly sparked within her, causing a gasping breath to hitch in her throat as a look of slight confusion ornamented the sunken features of his face. she relaxed, pressing her palms to his chest, a thankful grin on her lips but NO WORDS daring to part from them, tongue swelling in her mouth, suddenly too large to sit comfortably behind her teeth.  ❝ i understand, ❞ audrey breathed, eyes glazing momentarily as they peered unknowingly into his, searching for a cruel sheen that could possibly explain his words, his actions. . . but alas, he remained unreadable.       once within the privacy of her room, back against mahogany, chin tilted upwards as her chest thrust forward to press against his, granting him easy access to the already marked base of her throat. ❝ LIGHT,❞ gasped the brunette, fingers curling beneath the hem of his shirt and grazing the plane of his abdominals, scraping her nails ever so gently against the healing skin.  ❝ there’s a lamp on demetria’s bedside table,❞ she breathed, urging the fabric of his shirt upwards;  ❝              but don’t you have your own LIGHT SOURCE, felix??❞ hinted the murderess, inspecting fingers venturing downwards and toying with the hem of his pocket where the box of matches lie.

[simcnsaid]

spitfirefelix‌:

  felix was hyperaware of their current standing – two criminally declared psychopaths, feeding off one another’s chaos and the absolute catastrophy such a coupling could would bring about. but consuming her intoxicating warmth, the closeness between them, threw all rationality into the flames. “ what? don’t tell me you’re afraid to get CAUGHT? “ lips moving praisingly against the delicate motion of her throat, a pleased smirk settle against it as he pulled her taught against him by her all too desirable hips. with on last gentle trail of his tongue along her jaw, a fell sweep and a lustful whisper a minimal distance from her ear he was delighting to close. “ but we wouldn’t want to be interrupted. lead the way, BABY. “

       a murderous laugh tumbled from flushed lips, pearly teeth grinding on the smooth skin of the lower petal as she lifted her arms above her head to rest back on his shoulders, fingers entwining with apricot locks as she hummed satisfactorily.  ❝     i am fuelled by fear, ❞ confessed audrey, reminding the male of the torture she endured for years in the darkness of simon’s basement, the tasteless joke in full favor of their shared humor. she felt wanted, she felt desired, but audrey NEEDED to feel owned.  ❝ yes, sir,❞ she hummed toyfully, playing on his clear interest in the title, departing from his intimate embrace without so much as a second thought, leading the pair down the dismal corridors that brielle was composed of. after taunting the male with a display of her figure, she finally spotted her door, knowing with full confidence that demetria rivers wouldn’t be caught DEAD in this room so early in the afternoon ( god forbid one assumed she didn’t have some major business to attend to ). peering back at the other for the first time since their departure from the rec room, the girl grinned;  ❝ it isn’t as nice as a prison cell or an unventilated bacement but. . .  i suppose it will have to do.❞

[simcnsaid]

garbataille‌:

There were no WORDS to explain the lull of sleep she felt; perhaps only those similarly afflicted could fathom, but the closest comparison the young woman had was once when she was still in college & came down with the flu. The fevered mania, the drugged sleep, the incoherent thoughts, the ACHE of every fiber of her being, as if existing alone was too great a burden. She was drowning & Aubrey was a voice muffled by the water still layered between Garnet & the surface – yet, it was still enough to make her stir just enough, a light to cut through the dark water & see the shimmer of sunlight. Her head lulled to the side, mumbled groans passing through her lips. 

nothing eligible departed from the parting lips of the SLEEPING BEAUTY on the ground, but the minute sign of life was enough to make audrey release a breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding. as her head rolled, audrey took a step back, placing distant between her and the stirring female on the ground   preparing herself for the accusatory glances that would be sent in her direction like sharp arrows from a strung bow if anyone with any sort of authority were to see her looming over the COLLAPSED figure on the dirt.  ❝     i advise you get up and finish your nap elsewhere. it’s getting late and once the sun sets, it’ll get cold.❞

[demixrivers-blog]

“What is the deal with fire boy, anyway? You two seem to be awfully CLOSE.” Demetria uttered, hazels lifting from the magazine that her fingers had previously been flicking through. Fashion nowadays was getting ridiculous – why did Kanye West even think that homelessness was a trend that should have been followed? Cringing as her nose crinkled upward, the beauty slapped the magazine down on her thighs to look over to her roommate who she still didn’t quite know. “He’s a lil psychotic but kinda cute but I still think that you’re out of HIS league.”

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[simcnsaid]

     a dainty digit twirled a thin lock of hair ( barbed wire ) around bruised knuckles, her unoccupied hand cupping the base of her throat to shield the other’s view from the markings left by her... predatorial companion. IRRITATED brows furrowed in the other’s direction, annoyance clear in the murderesses expression; how nosey. why did demetria rivers believe everyone in this world owed her something?? even something as MEASLEY as an explanation?? ❝ you’re observant,❞ stated the girl factually, peeking with a foreign interest in the direction of the magazine in her roommate’s lap. homeless certainly wasn’t chique... fashion had only seemed to spiral down a pitiful whirlpool of tastelessness- NOT that audrey concerned herself with it anymore. ❝ ...and i think i’ve met gutted and bloated CORPSES with better bone structure than you. do you just make noise in order to hear yourself talk?? ❞

[simcnsaid]

spitfirefelix‌:

   god, this murderess would be the death of him. the way her orbs appeared glassy, lulling lightly behind fluttering eyelids, the feel of cool fingertips on searing skin, he devoured it. “ SIR? “ he questioned, a curved brow arching with the perk of his eager lips, excitement stirring in the depths of his body. Felix leaned towards the pulsating porcelain of her throat, whispering against it. “ say it again, “ he demanded, before freckled mouth attached to tender skin, acting upon the sense of lust the sight of her formed in him. the arsonist could feel the beating of her heart against his tongue as ever so often pressed flat against. fingers tightened their grip in her tresses, free hand moving from her waist to the box of matches he had traded for with Sugar slid in his front pocket. “ shall we FIX that? “

    lulling within the conduits of her dulling sanity was reason; informing her that this, felix and herself, was WRONG. . . alas, the wrongness was exhilarating. sucking in a breath as his mouth marked the porcelain plane of his throat, audrey could feel her insides swirling as he so positively responded to her submission;  ❝ yes, SIR. ❞ compliant, allowing his hands to wander where they so pleased, feeling her pulse quicken as his hands migrated southwards;  ❝ i suppose we should, ❞ breathed the murderess, too eager to appeal to the arsonist, a hum of a moan forming in her throat.  ❝ maybe we should go... somewhere more PRIVATE first.❞

[simcnsaid]

spitfirefelix‌:

   hungry eyes drank her in – silhouette adorned in the familiar two-toned outfit, leather (faux or real, it made no difference to him) draped around her thighs. he approached her slowly, slipping up from behind as an APPRECIATIVE inhale and wandering hands on her hips filled his senses with only the murderess he captured. a thickly carved smile lined his features, the effect real enough to imagine he had taken a real knife to himself. painted face leaning near, felix could almost hear the thumping of her heart along her throat, a grin poised on lips. “i thought we could have a little fun.”

       captivated by the mere knowledge of his presence, the caressing of scandalously clad hips as she rocked back into his embrace, crooning her neck back to rest on his shoulder; ❝ a LITTLE fun??❞ mimicked the other, whirling around on the balls of heeled feet and pressing her chest against his, shades of red and blue coating her eyes as complimentary pigtails sat perkily atop her head; ❝ baby, i need something more than a ‘ little fun ‘ ...you know how GREEDY i can be.❞

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spitfirefelix‌:

   a ravenous warmth radiated in the closeness between them, a low sound emmiting from the male, a purr against the brunette’s throat. freckled fingers dipping to trace her hip bones, lowering beneath her shirt for the slightest of seconds, his fingertips BURNING at the touch. “ what can i say? i’m not easy to please, “ The redhead breathed, lips twisting into a satisfied smile. slowly, teasingly, lingering touches traveled to tangle slender fingers in silk strands. with a tug anything but gentle, the fair skin of her neck was left exposed, emerald eyes feasting on the sight of a bloodied angel at his mercy. “ beautiful, “ he almost couldn’t help the whispered word that fell, but a part of him willed her to hear it, to know just how much he was ENJOYING this. “ tell me, ms. beaudair, “ a pause, a torturous hum. “ have you ever played with fire? “

       possession was her KRYPTONITE; the feeling of being powerless and yet, so in control at the same time. . . knowing that felix could easily corrupt her- as simon did- and she’d go through that whirlwind of dependence all over again and make her feel so defeated empowered her in a way that wouldn’t make sense to the average human that hadn’t endured the TORTURE she had. in the silence of the abandoned rec room, only the sputtering of a broken AC vent and her bated breath filtering the silence between his words, audrey allowed herself to vulnerably comply with his physical suggestions. ❝ no, sir, ❞ she found herself routinely responding, allowing fingertips to feast on the warm skin that lay beneath the hem of his tee shirt. ❝ ... i can’t say that i have. not in a way that would INTEREST you, at least... ❞

[fragmntedx]

          –       Exhaustion had sunk into her bones, only taking a few bad days for the young woman to lose sight of herself in this relentless fatigue. In a HAZE, she stumbled on weak legs to the garden, the most freeing place her tired mind had brought her to, only to fall asleep the moment she came to pause in the grass midst the chilled autumn air. So sensitive to the cold, yet the impending winter remained her favorite season, the cool wind only sapped her energy further & kept her lulled within exhaustion’s embrace. However long she had been amongst the ground & the cold, certainly SOMEONE would take a double-glance at the brunette as her limbs trembled lightly, curling responsively inwards as uncontrollable unconsciousness stretched on.

[simcnsaid]

            audrey could have sworn the other was dead. flashes of red flickered like strobe lights before her retinas as she experienced an overwhelming sensation of what one would call DE JA VU. her hands felt cold as she looked down at the other, across the garden, amongst the bent necks of flowers and wilted petals that framed drying faces. CAUTIOUS steps, crunching twigs and fallen leaves, alerted the other of the impending company as the skeptical murderess neared and could more inspectingly peer down at the other’s crumpled figure. glancing around, not wanting to be labeled as responsible if she was caught interacting with a dead body ( IF they so happened to be dead ), audrey extended her foot and gently nudged the shoulder of the figure. ❝      hey, you good??❞

[simcnsaid]

❝ IT’S CALLED MURDER, BABY!!❞

so the story goes: two homicidal maniacs walk into an asylum seeking ANYTHING but...

the infamous HARLEY QUINN accompanied by her puddin’, @spitfirefelix