Thread: Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

Hmn. See, when people list the things that I've been said to do, usually at the top of that list is not Following Orders. In fact, one could say that my favorite thing to do in this entire, wretched world is to do the exact opposite, even so far as to say I rather enjoy doing whatever I want to do He commented in response to her suggestions, once again wiping the blood from his cheek and looking at his hand as he spoke, attention on it rather than her The last time someone tried to tell me what to do, I told them to go fuck their hat. Even offered to buy him a hat if he didn't have one. Needless to say, he wasn't amused. When his gaze once again locked with hers, there was a kind of heat behind it, and intensity that promised so very many things, none of those things could be considered Proper by anyone's definition. The way he looked at her, and only her, could make someone feel like that was it for him. She was his desire, the object of such, the only thing that mattered to him and that look communicated just what he wanted. Her. There was an almost imperceptible movement, the younger lycanthropes unable to see what went on, and some of the older ones able to at least follow him. He had her against the wall, one wrist pinned above her head as he leaned in, and even this felt more private, more between them than it really was. He was close enough that she could smell the sweet scent of cologne on him, as well as a more earthy smell. He may have showered after the majority of his gardening duties, but the scent of freshly turned soil was still with him. The last woman who was Strong enough for me was in the military. She had powers. She's dead He spoke quietly, so quietly that only she could hear him. That serious tone turned to a teasing purr as he spoke next But that is not why I chose you. You're unsuitable wife material, completely without use. You're more male than some of the men in here, and yes that is a compliment. I am picking you, and I will tell you this so you don't fuck this up, because I suspect that you won't be able to stand me, to the point where you will lash out and I will be forced to call this bullshit off I bet you thought this farce was my idea. Let me guess, you think me an arrogant heel, a deserter and someone who abandoned the people I'm supposed to take care of on a whim, because I felt like it. Am I right? He asked her, his grip on her wrist tightening. She'd probably note that her other hand was free, though, so was his. Let me make this clear for you He growled in a low and threatening tone. That feeling of ozone came back, that oppressive, storm like presence manifesting once again, but the brunt of it was directed specifically for her. It pushed her and held her in place, and she could practically feel the tingle of lightning about to strike I do not want you, I do not care for you. As much as I enjoy violence, I do not want a spoiled little girl who barely controls her beast. I owe you no apology, no explanation. If not for Danielle, this would not be happening. Be yourself, fuck this up for us and let me move on with my life the way I want to. You do that, and we'll both be happier for it. I plan to help you and yours one way or the other