Anti confessing his feeling to Deathwiish?
He could feel her viscous sticky tears coagulating on his fingertips ashe swept them over her cheekbones, smearing black streaks over her gutter-grayskin, pressing his thumbs into it with near-bruising force. She didn’t mind atall and, in fact, leaned into it, her aura thrumming all the while as her eyesglowed. The whites of her eyes weren’t whitesat all; they were inky, fluid, as if her eyes would liquefy and spill away withthe rest of her reflexive tears.
“You’r̵e ̴so͞ ̴di̵sgu̕st̕i͠ng, ̨m̵o͞ppet…” he hissed through grittedteeth. There was ice in his voice, but it wasn’t vicious. He was simply makinga statement, not a threat.
“II know,” she assured him, lifting her own hands and trailing them overthe back of his forearms. Her hands were cold as they dragged against his skin,tracing the muscle and the joints in his elbows and he tightened his ownagainst her face in a warning against getting too close. She stilled, herfingernails scraping his biceps just under the sleeves, and waited with apatient smile on her face.
“So̵ ̴d͜iseased…” he went on after several moments, peeling his handsaway from her skin and dragging them through tangled strands of her hair thatlay around her shoulders. “D̴ǫ y̷ou ̴re͞alize̶ ͢ẃḩat͠ yo̷u ar͞e?”
“Explaiin iit to me,” she prompted cheekily. “Descriibe just what II am.II’m ever so eager to hear!”
There were so many things he could say; he could never settle on justone.
“Y͟o͜u’r̀e͟ noth́ìn͟g͏ bu͜t a ̵şick͝ness. You̴’ré ͝f͘ilth͜. A͟͞h̶orror͠.͘ ͟A͡ ̨frea̵k,” he spat,twisting her hair tight around his fingers as he drummed them against the backof her delicate neck. Despite himself, a lopsided grin emerged as she noddedfor him to go on. “P̢ar̕ad͘ox. Puppe̡t.”
“IIsn’t everyone?”
“And ̡you’re͝ my̶ p̕lay͞ma̴te.You’rethe one ͏whó fo͏ll͘ǫws m̶y r̴ules… I ̛tell yo͝u ̷how̨ ̴to̧ ͡pla͞y.”
“II’ve told you before, Antii…II know my place,” she promised again, hervoice falling low, the sticky pitch in her eyes darkening as her pupilsdilated.
“And ͠thąt'̀s ęxa͞c̡t͝ly h͡ów̡ ̧i̛t̴ s̢ho̶u̡ld be͠. T̕hat’s̨ h͡ow ̧we̶bot̢h ̶en̶joy ơur g͡a͞me.”
(That’s the closest he’ll get to telling her anything about feelings XD)
