roseusmiles “Both..”
Whispered Claire, grinning from ear to ear. Cupping the side of the younger’s face and sapphires became lidded beneath ivory lashes. Well if this was going to be something she’d done at least once, then she was going to do that now. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap her, or commend her. Running a gloved thumb over her lower lip and just pressed it there a moment, her voice heaved a dreadful sigh and finally her lips collided onto hers, lips enveloping with hers. The salt that that lingered her sweep lips was enough to make her regret her choice. She almost regretted it. Close, but not close enough. With that, tongue invading her mouth, her own breath filling her lungs. Her own personage became warm and no matter how she played this out—there was a twisted rush that thrummed in her, thoughts aside fought with her heart. Sucking the life out her, there were a few hushed moans that dripped from her tone and within her pitch. Finally when she broke the intense and passion filled kiss was broken off shortly she panted. Long after that, before her mind tried to convince her to not pull the trigger, that’s when she pulled out her gunblade and shot her clearly into the gut
“….”
Claire was a blank slate—there was no emotion that resided in her. Did she have feelings, or any compassion or harbour any real feelings for Fenna? Well..she did but..did she not fuck her over one too many times? It wasn’t her response ability if she lived, or died. Claire’s done so much worse, right?
< S P O I L E D > —— Both? Fenna narrowed her eyes, feeling hands cup either side of her face. Her thumb ran over her bottom lip, she sighed... Fenna narrowed her eyes even more. What was with that sigh? That dreadful sigh-- as if she didn’t want to kiss her. And Fenna knew better than that. She inhaled sharply through her nose as their lips collided, felt her breath leave her lungs and her knees wobbled. She dug her nails into the wall behind her for support, never reaching up to touch her arms like she wanted. A soft sigh fell from parted lips as her tongue invaded, dancing and easily gaining dominance. When she pulled away, she leaned forward to try to continue it, though she wasn’t in reach, so she just fell back against the wall, emerald hues locked with blue ones.
The pain that ripped through her stomach caused her to gasp loudly-- hand shooting for the spot the bullet came through. Her ears rung-- and she felt blood run over her fingers. Surprisingly, she didn’t scream, nor cry. Just stare at the other with a betrayed expression. She had let her in-- exposed her weaknesses only for her to shoot her. Literally. ❝Bitch--❞ She wheezed, hand clutching desperately at her wound.
❝Fucking- bitch-❞She groaned this time, lungs seeming to fail her as she panted for air. Why would she do this? Why? Fenna felt her self clinging to the wall, not even wanting to fall on the other-- it seemed to be better to fall on the floor then the chest of a betrayer. Her vision seemed dizzy, her heart beat quickly in her ears... and she slowly felt herself losing consciousness.