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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 4:10 pm
Riyo didn't flinch when the boil grabbed at her wrist. She wanted to rip that Jack damn hand out of it's socket, but when anger level's clashed Riyo's was the one to lose.
The ghoul's expression began to soften as each angry word carved a new crack in an already fragile situation.
Silence.
The feline's expression turned to something more placid and numb, eyes glancing to the gloved hand that had a hold on her wrist. Inside she was writhing, but the outside couldn't afford to express such things anymore. "I'd never wanted to be your friend, you know." She spoke quietly as if to oppose his loud barking, much like the contrast of a dog and cat. "I'd wanted... Something else." Something more, maybe? No point in denying it to herself anymore. It didn't matter now.
"Go then. Go sit alone in that empty room of yours. Enjoy your own company. I'm sure if you can only tolerate others, your hand will do just as well as any woman would've. Maybe better."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 4:33 pm
Those white and black eyes stared back at Riyo in a cold and calculated way, his hand never once leaving her wrist. His anger was still apparently, sharp teeth grinding in agitation.
"Then what the hell did you want of me then?" He spat, eyes narrowed. "For me to be your boilfriend? Do I look like boilfriend material?" And if that was true then an ounce of this was for Riyo's own good. He wasn't good for her, he wasn't good for anyone and it was that realization that had him pushing her away forcing a cruel smile on his face.
"I didn't realize you were so pitiful. If you really want a boilfriend why not crawl on your hands and knees to that fleabag I saw you with at Prom. I have no need for a pet."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 5:06 pm
She couldn't let him get to her. Not this time. She just couldn't.
His words cut through her like butter, but Riyo tried to keep her composure. She could lie. Say that wasn't what she meant either.
No. No more of that. And no more getting kicked around like a helpless kitten either. If she was going to do this... If she was going to stand in front of her mother tomorrow, Riyo would surely be dead meat if she let words like this get to her.
"I didn't think you were pitiful enough to come practically humping my leg for sex either. I guess we're good at proving each other wrong, huh?" She looked into those angry white and black eyes, the flame in her own starting to rekindle. If Titus was going to hurt her, she was going to try and hurt him back. A tit for tat.
And as far as Deacon went... "What if I did, then? What if I got with 'that fleabag'? You know what that would make you? Lower than 'that fleabag'." Her brows raised, tilting her head and curling her lips inward as if she'd just made a checkmate.
"I think I've proven that I'm no pet. But hey, forget I ever said anything. You didn't need that sex anyways, did ya pal?" Then she smiled a big old fake smile and gave him a pat on the shoulder with the hand he wasn't trying to pop off like a cork.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 5:46 pm
"Well what can I say. I'm a guy and a guy has needs." Titus hissed, images of horror flaring in his wings, faces looking like they were wailing in pain before they vanished only to reappear elsewhere.
His smile only broadened as she tried to worm her way under his skin, leaning toward her so that his face was mere inches away. Had she not realized? He already knew where he stood in life and he had made a place for himself there. The demon wasn't going to fight it he was going to thrive in it. "I'm the lowest of the low." He nearly cooed. "You're right, who needs sex when I get off just seeing pain and torment, tears and best of all shame."
He released her and smack her hand away as if she were filth. "Though I don't know what that says about you when a lowly creature pities your existence. Maybe I had a moment of mental relapse thinking I was doing you a favor. I realize now I would rather not waste my time. Who would want to be with you anyway?"
He continued that cold stare for a long moment before he pulled away and started toward the door. "I'm done here." It was for the best wasn't it?
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 5:58 pm
That was a low blow.
Riyo felt that right in her heart. That little thing that still beat every once in awhile in her chest cavity. He had just pinched the nerve that made it scream and shake and struggle. He was doing her a favor. Nobody... Nobody would want to be with this. This self-disparaging lowly ghoul with gender issues.
The feline reacted to the slap like one would being shocked by a socket, recoiling as fast as she possibly could. She wanted to crawl under her bed and die at those words. Retreat like a dog with its tail between its legs much like she had done after the bet.
For moments, the demoness was content with watching him walk right out that damn door. Right out of her life just like it seemed every man did. Her ears tucked closely against her head, hands pressed to her chest as if to keep her guts in from the proverbial gaping hole he'd just stabbed.
And then she lunged out and grabbed his arm. "You have something of mine." She forced out through the lump caught in her throat. "I want it back."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:04 pm
Titus nearly whirled around when she grabbed his arm, the black in his eyes swallowing the white, blinking them out like stars through cloud cover. It left him with an eerie black stare that he focused on the ghoul as he jerked his arm free.
"What?" He demanded. "What the ******** do I have of yours?"
He just wanted to leave and be done with this place before any ounce of regret settled in. Titus needed to be out that door before he realized what he was doing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:14 pm
Riyo remained silent for a minute as she looked up into those frightening eyes, almost entirely losing the courage for what she was going to say.
"My first kiss." She tried to sound demanding. It may or may not have sounded a little sad. She was a cripple trying to pose as a body builder by this point. "You took it. I want it back..."
The ghoul tried to pinch the material of his clothing much like she had done at prom when the boil was kicking Shun around, tugging at it like a small child would.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:27 pm
Her first....kiss. The memory of Scarentines flooded back and for a brief second Titus didn't know what to say. The black that had swallowed the solid white irises retreated back until they were visible again. He stared at the feline almost blankly before he finally managed to regain himself, a sneer hinting at his lips.
"Grow up. No wonder you're so messed up in the head holding onto childish notions like 'first kisses'." Titus jerked his sleeve free from her grasp. "In this life there are no happy endings, Riyo." Her name came out with more venom than he meant it to. "There is only pain, suffering, and assholes like me."
With that he turned toward the door and threw it open and marched out not even bothering to close it behind him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:38 pm
Riyo didn't fight his jerking away. She just.. Let it happen. No more looking into his eyes. Not another minute of it.
There are no happy endings.
She didn't go after him again. The ghoul had failed to reclaim what was hers, and there was a chance she'd fail to take what she felt was hers tomorrow.
The happy ending that didn't exist.
Tomorrow didn't matter right now, though. The only thing that mattered was right now.
That moment. Standing in front of her open door, staring at the ground with no desire to look up, the sadness and bitter taste filling her so completely she thought that nothing else would fit in her body.
And that was the way she stayed until it was time to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 7:00 pm
When Titus made it to his room he threw open the door and slammed it behind him hard enough it threatened to pull away from the frame. He instantly shrugged out of his jacket and threw in on his sofa in a rage only to see a single article fall from the inside pocket.
The anger seemed to give way for a moment and very briefly there was an emotion no one had ever seen flit across the demon's face. Regret. Regret as he lifted the red and black mask off his sofa and stared at it. It had been with her shoes and somehow he had neglected to give it to her....
"Stupid.." He hissed throwing the mask on his coffee table before storming off into another room he didn't feel as bad about destroying.
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