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This one was loads of fun to do! Thank you to everyone who suggested characters to go with each color :D
I made it outta bed and at my desk. Please clap
you think you're indestructible, but you´re not
For You 3 by KVNGMICKS
TWS > Pain Infliction StF2 (female) TWS > Pain Maker (male)
PREY SLAUGHTERED (jumping on this bandwagon)
Decadent Blade
Something that was once a chikage, but has been twisted beyond hope. Blood seeps from tiny holes spotting the hilt, which is drenched in all manner of hateful fluids.
Although this blade may have once demanded the blood of its user, it has now learned that such scarlet hues are as black as the cosmos between the cosmos. It does not suit itself well to quick fights, and instead demands that the opponent be slowly cut apart so as to drink in every stray drop it can.
Or is this just a slab of metal wielded by the whims of a human?
She fell in love the way one falls asleep, slowly and then all at once
She doesn't mean to kiss him when she leans against him, seeking refuge in his arms.
But she’s scared, exhausted, angry and his body against her, warm and comforting feels so perfectly right.
She doesn't mean to kiss him.
It's cliché. Principal and bodyguard. Shacking up.
She would be dead if it weren't for him.
She remembers it well. Him, holding her hand in the car, assuring her that it would be alright. That she would be alright.
She would be dead if it weren't for him. No one would have entered the square to save her. They would have left her there to die, ignoring her screams and the shots firing until one wrong move had been fatal.
She doesn't mean to kiss him. It's terribly cliché. But she's terrified and in his embrace, she forgets just how much.
So, she tilts her head towards him and presses her eyes shut. Her heart beats fast and she’s unsure if it comes from the lingering adrenaline or from something entirely different.
She feels his breath on her lips. She hesitates. Wonders what he might think of her – if he'll push her away.
She hesitates but his breath grows warmer, closer. Her lips part, tentatively, searching for his.
They kiss.
Slowly, timidly, briefly.
She holds her breath, afraid that it might bring her back to a reality she’s desperate to escape. But the loss only intensifies their desire for the other and when the air finally comes out of their lungs it's swallowed back into another kiss.
They kiss.
This time with longing and passion.
Lust fills their bodies as they melt in each other's embrace. Hands find their way on the other's body, exploring it carefully, chastely. Cheeks are bright pink, skin tingling, burning hot. Moans and gasps, the only music to their slow dance.
She doesn't mean to kiss him let alone have sex with him but the second her lips closed around his she knew she would be leading him to her bedroom.
Well, the bedroom. Not hers. Because she isn't allowed back in her home. Because she's no longer safe. Because a lunatic fired shots at her. Her eyes water, and she finds herself gingerly grabbing the wrist cuff of his shirt.
They arrive in the bedroom.
It's dark safe for the lights outside seeping through the curtains. She doesn't mind, unsure she wants him to see her.
God, does she want him to see her? Does she want him to touch her? She hasn't been intimate with someone in some time. It comes with the job. It comes with the divorce. She never minded it terribly, except some lonely nights. But this – this feels new. She feels shy.
She looks up into his eyes, trying to decipher what his thoughts are but as she's come to realise quite early on, he doesn't show much.
She bites her lower lip, nibbles on it. It's a bad idea.
“I – Maybe I should – Give me a minute, will you?”
He looks at her quizzically but nods. She gives him a small smile before disappearing in the bathroom.
It's a bad idea. The whole thing. A horrid idea that will end poorly.
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Isaiah 66:9 (ICB) - In the same way I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born,” says the Lord. “If I cause you the pain, I will not stop you from giving birth to your new nation,” says your God.
DO NOT SMILEY AT ME
I HAVE NOT SHOWN THE WRITER HOW MUCH I LOVE THEIR WORK WITH A SINGLE KUDOS
SO DO NOT SMILEY AT ME
