“ fuck off ” // ur favorite mika. My url is hard to type
two-word starters / accepting / @aerendgast
AND YET THE PROTEST ONLY STIRS ENTERTAINMENT FROM THE NOBLE; THE CORNERS OF HIS LIPS CURL UPWARDS IN THE ODD, TWISTED DELIGHT HE HOLDS ONLY IN MOMENTS OF OTHERS’ VEXATION. Mika, since his little incident, has never been someone easy to lull, yet certainly that is where most of the fun lies; he enjoys this scuffle, a wicked tango of which Ferid has been leading ever since that fateful ( though he finds ‘pathetic’ more befitting ), bloody day. No, he doesn’t ‘fuck off’; he doesn’t move an inch; claws painted lavender remain gripping firmly upon Mika’s shoulder, and a noise begins erupting from his throat – not just any noise, but a laugh – no, a giggle; he’s giggling in near childlike delight, and his grip loosens only to glide the palm of his hand upon his back, past slim shoulder-blades and towards his opposite shoulder, practically forcing Mika closer towards him.
“Hmmm?” His tone is singsong and lighthearted; as always, Ferid is lost in his own reality, hardly caring about the anguish that manifests within Mika merely by existing in this state ( he’s just so entertaining ! ). “Now, now, Mika-chan, wherever have your manners gone?” Manners of which he once had those years ago – which only feels like yesterday, truly, if you’ve lived as long as Ferid himself. This little phase was bound to be short-lived, regardless; his beloved, entertaining, silly little Mika could only last so long living in such consistent self-denial. He’d eat himself alive.
Oh, but it was so damned fun to toy with him. “—You used to be so eager; I miss that vitality from you.” And a head tilts, sanguine gaze digging into Mika like a thousand knives, the tease of razor-blade fangs glimmering beneath dull light. Daresay the underlay of sadism that always rests among his bloody gaze begins to emerge to the surface, such lighthearted joviality seeming just subtly darker than normal. What fun. What good entertainment ! “So eager, and so obedient as well…” And a near wistful sigh rolls from his nostrils, not bothering to smother the ever-growing grin upon his features.
