PSYCHEDELiC
i lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt
but i make these high heels work
“You’re fucking vile,” she spat at him.
It’s not like she’s wrong.
That only made him smile more. Psychedelic agreed, of course. “You don’t even know the half of it,” he promised in a quiet tone, something flashing in his eyes as they hung dangerously on her. It shouldn’t be a thing he could say so proudly, but he did anyway. His chin even lifted a notch, the smile at the edge of his lips turning up just a little more.
“My only problem is you. I am the Codebreaker of the Vulcans and I don’t have time for your bullshit.” She spat it at him and Psychedelic couldn’t help but let his eyes widen a little before he hummed as though impressed, but it was obviously feigned.
“Ohhh, my apologies. I didn’t realize I was dealing with one of you stuck up bitches.” He spat, still smiling. He looked her over again but this time saw her a little differently. A little stronger and a much better candidate than he had even just a few minutes ago. She went against the grain, chose a life outside of the herd, just like Psychedelic always had. She wasn’t a follower. That was good.
(For him and what he wanted, of course.)
“You’re a mare, sweetheart,” he said, lowering his head and pressing a little closer into her space, well aware she could easily leap across and snap at him if she wanted, or rear and try to bring her hooves on him. He could move if she tried it, and he would, but something inside him sprung to life with hunger at the challenge in her eyes. How far was she going to let him push her personal bubble before she lashed out? His eyes fixed on hers and he finished the statement he’d started before he moved just a couple feet nearer. “You can call yourself queen of every single island for all I care, the only thing I need you for is to give me a strong foal so I can raise it to wreak havoc on these islands.” He hissed the words.
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