O day of tears! Whence comes this spectre grim,
Parting, like Death's cold river, souls that love?
Is not he bound to thee, as thou to him,
By vows, unwhispered here, yet heard above?
Mouse glanced behind her and saw Keenan watching her, leaning against one of the many thick stone walls. The water was still, and she walked forward slightly until her feet were submerged. Her pale-as-ice eyes, darted about the surface, looking for shiny things. It had become her pass-time since there was really nothing left to do inside, unless you enjoyed healing and babysitting. She drew her damp hair over one shoulder, sighing when she examined it's lank, coal black appearance. When she had the chance, she would change it. Maybe just thicken it a bit...make it longer. Yes, that's what she would do. She wrapped her arms around herself, hearing the crunch of approaching footsteps. She knew it would be Keenan, coming to say hello or pay her a compliment as he was bound to do every time they met. She moved out of the water and was about to turn, when she felt constricting arms about her neck.
Every muscle in her body froze, and stiffened, like an abused dog might when touched by strange hands. This was beyond limits.
" Keenan! Let go of me..." She trailed off when she heard his voice. Oh god...the curse. Did he really want her that badly? No...it was the primal instincts. She tried in vain to twist out of his grasp, digging her nails into his hand and shoving it off her breast when it wandered to her chest.
" HELP!" She screamed, but her voice came out quieter than she meant it to. Her gravelly voice couldn't scream the way a well-toned voice often could. She began to shiver with fear, and anger.
Wait fear? No. That was irrational...she wasn't afraid. She never got scared...by anything. She felt his warm lips all over her, on her shoulders, neck, jaw. She was thoroughly repulsed. But not really by Keenan, by his primal instinct. This was...disgusting.
" I. Am. Going. NOWHERE with you." Her voice choked out, as she tried to pull herself from his grasp again. During her desperate attempt to escape, Mouse blatantly ignored the lower half of Keenan's body. She wasn't really ready to absorb that yet.
" Keenan please!" She whimpered, slowly letting go of all hope that he would regain his sense in time to not commit what she was certain he was about to do. It wouldn't take long, what with her in two pieces of fabric that barely covered any of her. Finally, she got one of her hands free, but it fluttered uselessly.
She couldn't hurt him. It wasn't his fault...
In fact, it wasn't so bad. She did like him...it was obvious now that he had liked her for a while. The more she thought about it, the more a warm fire began to spread through her body.
The last coherent thought she had was
' God damned curse..' Then she was kissing him. It was easy, because she only had to twist her head to the left ever so slightly, for her lips to reach his. When she spoke again, gone was her harsh, bitter tone. In its place, was a soft, teasing sound.
" Oh will I?" She leaned into his ear and whispered
" We'll just have to go and see it won't we?" The cursed Mouse demurely licked just under his ear, then tugged at his earlobe with her teeth. Her free hand reached up and loosened his arms just enough for her to turn in his grasp, and press her small, slender body to his. This new Mouse certainly wasn't ignoring anything, and she ground herself against him with an animalistic growl. That hand slipped under his shirt and scratched viciously down his back with sharp nails.
Her mischevious, devaint giggle hummed at his ear.
She was going to regret this when it was over.
MOUSE
I ask you riddles, tell you tales,
But all our conversation fails.
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