█ ▌ PLOTTED STARTER ( ... ) ↷ featuring : @mythosisms (cyrus) — ELEANOR CONTAVIUS .
she was going to fucking kill him, it was literally the only thought churning in the blonde witches head, as shes finally excused from class. hands throwing shit into her bag with no cares, not even when she hears the paper of one of her books tear. as right now her anger was burning too bright. a beacon that was causing a red haze to pass, over sapphire blue orbs. as she charges out of the ancient runes classroom. her mind continuing to replay what had happened only moments ago. his smug face \ the condescending tone \ the harsh words. all of it coming to a head in a harsh argument, which resulted in them losing their hogsmeade privileges for the next three months. they had been brutal in their time in school it was true, and everyone knew that ellie contavius, and cyrus argeia did not get along. but this school year, it was as though everything was heightened. the moment she'd entered the great hall, for the start of the school feast. his eyes had burned into her, the hate wilder, stronger and threatening to burn her alive. which was a stark contrast, to how they'd ended the year. [ the only thing, burning her alive then, had been his touch. and the feel of him. ] and after a summer of silence. it seemed they were back to how things were before. only this time worse. and it's not like she meant to be silent over the summer, but sending an owl to anyone, with her father around was a huge, no. he'd much rather lock her in a cupboard. then let her speak to people. but still, she had her reasons. what the fuck were his. as to her, all it screamed was. what had happened had been a mistake, something brought on by the fire whiskey the others had smuggled in the drinks. and now cyrus was back to the asshole she knew, hating her / pissing her off / getting under her skin. and she was sick of it. her tether had officially been broke. she wanted her fucking answers: especially after that class. where he had personally gone out of his way, to cause an argument.
pushing through people. with one very clear intention in her mind. she catches the back of his head, and storms after him. people clearing the way with ease, watching as she passes knowing that right now it was better they stayed out the way. lest she make them her victim. stalking after him, she smirks to herself, as she sees him turn down the abandoned hallway and speeds up her steps. hands soon landing on his frame, as she manhandles him into one of the empty classrooms. her hands throwing her bag off to the side, before shes using him to shut the door. her much smaller frame, shoving him against it. violently. [ and she has to fight the way her mind, conjures up the images of that night. of her hands touching his bare chest, marking it, devouring it. ] a growl builds in her throat, as she curses at her mind. hating the way those images filter in, so vivid. as though she could still feel every single touch. and yet confusion moves in quickly: as she's reminded of just what he'd done. less than thirty minutes ago. ❛ honestly what the fuck, has crawled up your ass .... ❜ sapphire blue, burn brightly into gunmetal grey. her whole body having to fight to remain staring at him. and not do what she wished. which was to hit him / to kiss him / or both. pushing off his chest. she takes a small step backwards. needing the space to think. to breathe air that wasn't tainted with him. ❛ you fucking know, I was right about that text. why the fuck did you decide to get a fucking stick up your ass and argue the point .... ❜ her hands waving animatedly. as she works to try and get her point across. ❛ and now we're banned from hogsmeade for three months. as if fucking detentions weren't bad enough. so tell me honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you .... ❜ momentarily she also wonders, just how many variations of the word fuck. does she want to put, in one statement ??.
