@heartrip Continued from here!
Small hands moved with finesse, gripping and holding the blood soaked cloth. Her dark sky colored eyes roamed, unbothered by the crimson fluid that slowly began to stain her skin.
It felt odd to Amanda... Being normal. Or at least, acting so. However any act of kindness or selflessness were things the woman considered to be customary. It was fun. Like a game of hide and seek. Or playing doctor.
A mischievous smirk formed Amandas lips, teeth flashing his attention as she listened to the deep tones of his voice. It was enough to give her shivers, and that meant something.
Slowly; hands lingered, fingernails scraping the blood up his toned bicep, almost as though she were painting a picture with his blood. "So can I," She giggled, amused at such a response.
This man was a curious one. She had never met anyone quite like him, nor anyone that neared his characteristics. Her mind stormed, thinking of all the beautiful sins he hid within his soul.
"You're pretty ruthless aren't you?" She questioned lightly, her hand swiftly moving to grasp at his thigh aggressively. "I wanna see you beat something else up," she teased. Amanda almost expected rejection from the man, nevertheless her confidence had grown immensely since the years prior to her supremacy.