Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Postponement into the morning felt onerous, mind shuffling through the abhorrent turnabout of her face smeared by an abundant stream of tears enhancing her visage of sorrow encumbering her empathy, uprooting her innocence, and inflicting internal wounds of the heart which would always fester no matter his attempts. Sexual inhibitions were strong despite biological urges protesting based on instincts and past experiences. Facing away lessened the guilt visualized by her face, however simply knowing her fragile state and the betrayal he generated from already treating her body like public property asserted indomitable willpower unlike the degenerates whom would ravish her indiscriminately. Desiree separated herself, noted in the process of waking up with fatigue settled in by immeasurable stress and guilt devouring his subconscious. Salvaging this scrapyard wielded a more valuable outcome than either would probably care to admit thanks mostly to the contemptible desperation that left their relationship facing a multitude of questions and doubt. Whether or not they would had wandered here became theoretical, making off with a hefty footlocker filled with a large volume of 12 gauge shells with a marvelous customized Double-barrel shotgun. A heavier frame receiver to dish out a stronger shot, long barrel to extend range at the cost to spread and lastly most odd a blade of sorts attached above the barrel for melee capabilities. This perked the mercenary up until confronting Desiree again. That excitement died, bringing it all into the vehicle which was modified after the devastation of the crash. Resting his foot at the ignition, Vas Xenos nonchalantly took a last glance at the scrapyard, forever a location associated with the pain suffered out of weakness as they drove off. Retaliating against time suspended by what would be reflected as the last moment of solace even meant in endearment as silence was met. Concentrating heavily on the dirt road, hope was extended in the stroke of luck which might grace them upon a barter town like Sanctorium in all likelihood a pipe dream knowing the influence and mere presence of that settlement by an opportunistic bastard like Bruno Parish. In addition, Vas incurred his eternal wrath by how he would label kidnapping his precious daughter, vigilant in his driving to evade the most apparent directions he would be seen traversing. Taking a gander, he brokered some semblance of tranquility by addressing Desiree the first time in approximately three hours this day barring a few choice comments within the second day in a row moving ahead, hoping this significant statement helped. Escaping this region will not be easy and its apparent no matter what I feel you won't abandon me. So I dare ask, what might you wish to do? I am wanted in a few areas, not to mention we will wraggling this bitch for maybe a few more hours nonstop. Know of any places ? Asked amidst the travel, Vas hardly found any other appropriate times to have a conversation with this gorgeous woman. Terrain felt practically interchangeable, drafting into a state of composure akin to guard duty in the epicenter of a campground. He counted his bullets that radiation did not explode for where they lingered, fortunate the car made decent shelter with not exactly the most pleasing experience for sleeping. Add the tension and lack of sex, Vas felt overwhelmed like the cage she originally was confined to shrink and extended to himself. Hours washed away before a stop was necessity. Tuckered from arduous driving with only minimal breaks to relieve waste and some occasional eating left a lot of anxiety building from requiring Desiree to keep herself aware of their surrounding where originally more relaxation was afforded or perhaps alluded before the incident as Vas now coined to not reopen wounds. Admittedly the night skies almost seem invigorating, camouflaged as long as light was finite. Coiling in the backseat next to Desiree, they embraced in a spoon to preserve heat with an efficient blanket pilfered from the remnants of Marrek's home. Gawking blankly at the stars and the moon, he hugged her, hoping things could be restored overtime. Nuclear fires and earthquakes will be damned before I ever allow you to be away from me again. I will be killed before causing you anymore heartbreak, just know this promise okay? , slighting her faith of the relationship previously left the man almost fantastical upon her protection with a level of aloofness that bordered closer to his original setting to his job in her home than the man who was bewildered, yet passionate about her. Every instinct told him to be romantic, but she was traumatized, essentially raped. Like each night, he held her tenderly with eyes refusing to meet. Atonement was protecting her, acknowledging maybe love can return, but never to this. Beyond any doubt processing through his mind did he not immediately expect what he was witnessing, entities encircling the car by an imposing number. A manifestation of scrap metal, leather, and barbaric artistry helped forge a nightmarish scenario in his head. Dirtied, bloodied, and armed with a combination of bladed boomerangs, barbed wired spears, even a few projectile styled launchers probably with a skilled tinkerer within their ranks. Looming in the background with numbers close to two dozen was a raucous voice, gruff even for the mountainous man leading the pack with obsidian skin, copious scarification tattooed with a face masked in the dust of bones and ashes, redden hues staring at them. Well, well, well.... Fortune flavors the bold, hmmm maybe not flavor depending on the pickings..OLD FRIEND!!!