Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Not at all, he responded when she asked if he minded if she took off her jacket. The jacket was hiding what he'd expected. Her body was perfect. Any part of her could draw a weaker man to do whatever she wanted. He wasn't a weak man but he was a man and though he hadn't outright dropped his gaze to get a decent look at her chest or hips he did catch a glimpse. And her confidence, the way she moved with seductive confidence... she knew she could pull it off because she could. She could probably even get a high ranking Hydra agent to do what she wanted with only a hint of sexual innuendo. When she went on to talk about the ECT he didn't say anything, he allowed her to speak but let out a scoff at brain damage. Or it'll completely wipe away memories and how to be a human when used correctly, he offered, his voice bitter with a hint of maliciousness in his tone. He dropped his gaze from hers and let out a breath then picked up his juice and drank down another mouthful. I remember that part, he said with a slow nod of his head. I remember everything about it. Well, the first parts. Eventually everything just goes to black but the chair, the straps, the sounds... he trailed off and flicked his gaze to her. I'm sorry you had to feel it. Even if it was through my memory, he spoke honestly. It was truly something he'd feel pity for even a Hydra agent having to go through... unless it was one who'd strapped in down of course. It's strange, isn't it? The way you can just open up to stranger. I have no idea why you're here, or who actually sent you since you haven't confirmed if it was the good ol'Star Spangled hero for the US of A or not but here we are, he shook his head almost with an amused smirk on his face and the index finger of his right hand on the lip of his glass and started to spin it slowly. The sound the glass made as it moved over the wood was almost loud amongst the silence in the room and cold stillness outside. He flicked his gaze back towards her face when she began speaking once more. He listened intently, trying to get a grasp on what she was actually doing here. He winced when she talked again about the ECT, he hated that thing. It was his biggest fear. Anything else he could handle. Torture? Bring it on. Fight to the death? Alright. But that chair? A shiver ran down his spine and he sat up a little straighter in his chair as he looked at her. It was the worst, he admitted quietly and licked over his lower lip. A habit he was beginning to show randomly, one he may have had from before the war. As she spoke about happiness and her ability he again listened silently. Allowing her to speak her peace without interruption. You're special. Not many people in this world can do what you can, no matter how many advanced humans are out there, he pointed out. Can you control what you see? He wondered, his gaze focused intently on her face now. Or is it completely out of your control what you see when you touch someone? He asked, curious about this stranger in the place he'd hoped would someday become a home. You haven't told me your name yet, he realized and voiced the revelation at the same time. I'm going to assume you do know mine though. Since you've sought me out, he rested both arms on the table, she'd seen his arm and spoken of it. He was just used to trying to make sure it was out sight. Part of him hated it, part of him loved it. It made him stronger than he would be with just the experiments they'd done to him but it was also given to him to make him a better weapon to further Hydra's agenda.