Sometimes Gene genuinely wondered if life just lit a cigarette after it fucked him, because it damn sure seemed to enjoy the absolute shit out of fucking him six ways to Sunday without bothering to wine and dine him first. Today’s rigorous fuck-over was courtesy of her jumping into the fray to save his ass all over again at literally the most inopportune time—inopportune because he’d been wallowing in his own frustration over the way his insides quivered whenever she threw her head back and laughed with reckless abandon, whenever he’d catch that dangerous curl to her lips or that gleam that danced across the slit pupils of her eyes—and she’d once again be able to hold it over his head that she’d saved his stupid skin once more. She’s an asshole and she’s so fucking crass and sometimes he wants to strangle her because holy fuck she just won’t shut up, but at the same time Gene’s always been a sucker for tough women, women unafraid to strong-arm him into doing their bidding, women who wear their own self-confidence like armour against the world.
It’s been three weeks and Gene Starwind is already head over heels in love with Kolete Soukis, and she must never know.
He works his jaw and shifts to stand back up, reaching up with calloused fingers to rub at the bruise already swelling against the hard line of his jaw. He doesn’t even fully know her story—shit, he doesn’t know what’s even going on half the time anyway, just that he’s unable to stop himself from trailing after her like a lovesick puppy and taking snipes at her just for the sake of his pipe dream that she might snap back and let him get a glimpse of the damn near addictive fire in her eyes. Still, whatever’s out here in the freeze-your-dick-off wastelands of this god-forsaken “Coerthas” seems important enough to Kolete, and because he’s a goddamn fool who can’t seem to fight whatever spell-binding hold this witch has on him, that means it’s important to Gene too. So, here he is—knee-deep in snow and staring at a goddamn cat girl ( and ain’t that just a bitch, it’s always cat girls, it is, they’re cursed— ) with an expression that can only be described as self-loathing with a dose of longing for the sweet eternal embrace of death.
❛ It’s fucking cold. ❜ Oh, yeah, good job there, Starwind—you, sir, are both a gentleman and a fucking scholar. Hats off to you for such a riveting contribution to the situation at hand. Nevermind that he’s just sort of tagged along despite her never fucking inviting him, but now in True Gene Starwind Fashion he’s decides that bitching is a sure-fire way to either get his way or to start a fight… which, honestly, would still be getting his way, but that’s neither here nor there. ❛ Like, I’m surprised your tits are still on cold what the fuck are we even doing out here? ❜
❝ Three weeks, eh Soukis? Must be a new record, even for you. ❞ She stares daggers at the male opposite of her and attempts to use hostility to cut away Thancred's oh so charming banter from her thoughts. It had been three weeks of this. Three weeks since he showed up into her life out of nowhere. Three weeks of him causing her nothing but trouble. Three weeks of not being able to feel this DAMN COLD on her skin because of the fire that HE ignited with like gunpowder in these kindled veins. And maybe, just maybe this is why she insisted on being the one that go out early enough to try to force the cold to nip at this naked, porcelain flesh. He has turned her into a FOREST FIRE in the middle of a blizzard. She does not regard this as natural, or even beautiful, but rather as the witch being burned after the trial. She has already let a man burn her at the stake and it will not happen again.
But how could Kolete resist handing him the torch herself when she can’t help but fixate on how his entire being lights up at the mention of adventure ? He's INSUFFERABLE at best most days and her heart leaps out of her chest every time he offers to join her. His mouth was too big for his ego - or more horrifyingly - maybe it was the other way around. Still even as he sits here, glaring at the snow, the corpse of the beast at her feet, or even at her - Kolete can't help but find him charming. A brow raises while a loud scoff escapes partially opened lips and when those tired eyes meet her bruised ones, her heart beats so loud in her head that it is all she can do not to confuse the noise with WARNING DRUMS.
It's in that exact moment that the Miqo'te realizes that when it comes to Gene Starwind she is completely and utterly FUCKED.
❝ I appreciate your concern over my tits but I assure you they're in better shape than you are out here, ❞ Kolete pauses for a moment and eyes him over before continuing, ❝ Besides maybe if you bothered to fucking stay out of trouble for just a few g'damned minutes then we could get back to town faster, hmm? ❞ As for what they were there for? Honestly she had no answer because she wasn't after anything but the chance at some peace and quiet without that firecracker laugh lighting a switch in her. The girl shakes her head as though to rid the demons from her thoughts. ❝ And if you MUST know, we're running out of food and supplies with so many extra mouths to feed. ❞ The devil in the form of a smile crosses her mouth faster than the idea flickers through her mind and she extends an arm to gesture at her kill. ❝ I think it's only fair you carry the beast back! And we'd better hurry. Night is going to set in soon. Wouldn't want you getting scared of the dark on me. ❞
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