|we pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake
and all I can do is stand on the curb and say
sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
She indulged the self-centered male with a relatively demure roll of the eyes, letting his ego run unchecked in the moment. He had imposed his… hearty sense of pride upon her since their first meeting, and had slackened little at every chance he could find to interrupt her personal life. She wouldn’t expect him to find his sense of modesty on his death bed, let alone now.
And yet, she suspected in him some mighty restraint, the same that had kept them mostly apart these trying years. She had always known the effect their imprinting had had on him, even if she hadn’t always been the least sympathetic to his plight. That he never gave in to his temptations in their entirety is perhaps what irritated her the most. Such an ass and still so honorable-- It was downright despicable. Not even Zeivah’s death had rid him of that annoying quality. And damn, the last thing she wanted to do was admire him, to smile knowingly when his body leaned in toward hers, when he made those covert touches. She didn’t want to want it too.
“Since when has my willingness been a concern of yours? I seem to remember you were always happy to impose your company on me.” I mocking grin revealed her teeth. She missed their verbal tęte-ŕ-tętes, back when they vented their frustration with fate and each other by doing their best to needle, to infuriate. She wasn’t angry with him any more, not for the same reasons, anyway. “We’ve traveled for two years together, maybe I’ve just gotten used to it. Not palling up with your family, in any case.” Cat had never been one to appeal for affection, but nevertheless she had seen the looks of the Angel clan, seen them eye her as a threat to the established family. It was almost enough to make her want to prove them right. “I guess I’m just an acquired taste… and you’re the only one who has it.”
What now? “Oh, suffer me not that question!” She exclaimed, the lilt of laughter in her voice, along with feigned dramatics. She promptly dropped to the ground with a ‘huff’, her paws crossing on the overhang of their little pool. Slowly her smile settled, as the light of amusement all but left her golden eyes. “I think we’ve all had enough of that question by now, don’t you think? I try to abide by my oldest policy: Don’t think, do.”
She hitched a brow as she looked up towards Heyel, wondering just how much of that honorable act of his would fall away if he did the same. “What about you? Ever try it?”
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
FEMALE || TWELVE || FORMERLY OF TRENUS || IMPRINTED TO HEYEL