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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 6:48 pm
Regret ☂ Owens
Insane Dark Wizard
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“‘Take a hike’?” Regret repeated after Content. If he did, he would die within a second, perhaps even a nanosecond if a human could react that fast. For a psychopath to tell another to “take a hike” would meant a definite death, maybe add in some torture here and there before the final breath. Regret would not dare, knowing how merciless Xilan was. After all, the man received the amount of pain equal to being trampled by a thousand centaurs for simply not showing up for two nights.
Regret sighed. Why was he making this a bigger deal than it already was? He was the owner of the apartment, damn it! He had to go serve Xilan, whether he or Content liked it or not. She would just have to wait. Besides, if he were to ditch the dark lord one night, maybe he would defy Xilan more and more later on, like a snowball rolling down a steep hill, since it would build up Regret’s daringness for defiance. “We’ll see,” Regret said. One thing was for sure; He needed to be at the Phelps Manor as soon as possible.
In a flash, Content was in front of him, touching and feeling him like no woman has ever done before. It made the snake feel really uncomfortable in his new skin. He couldn’t describe how he felt really well, but it was between a wish to run a million and one miles away from this peculiar woman and bashing the woman’s head with a large rock. The fight or flight response. Ha. Normally, a man would feel aroused that a very attractive woman was fawning herself over them. But not Regret, no. Instead, Regret suddenly felt very claustrophobic, as he altered between taking a few short breaths and no breaths at all.
Content raised a good question though. Why hasn’t he killed her yet? She was, after all, making him feel powerless, like a baby rabbit instead of a poisonous snake. What stopped him? Was there some type of charm placed on him, to prevent him from uttering those two short words? No, he never noticed. Was it something like a potion, some substance from her lipstick that once paralyzed him to alter his emotions too? No, he was still the same old Regret, with little compassion for muggle life. Yet, why did he feel empathy towards the homeless Content, not even knowing the full reason as to why she lost her home? So many questions, so little answers. It was better for Regret to stop thinking and just pretend nothing was wrong. But even so, he could not, would not stop thinking about her. Gaah.
“Are you trying to get yourself kicked out, or even killed?” Regret asked, his voice quiet and soft that contrasted his inner turmoil. The threat of homeless and death... Some blackmail. Well, it didn’t necessarily count, right? It wasn’t like he was forcing Content to do something she didn’t want to. Just some space, that was all. Oh god, now Regret was debating the definition of “blackmail”. It wasn’t that hard. But being stuck, once again, between a wall and Content, his mind wasn’t exactly the best place to process information normally. With a sigh, Regret continued, “Don’t question my intentions.” Because I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. “I need to go.” He was, after all, really late. Xilan would definitely not be happy.
Can’t you stay longer? A soft voice chimed at the back of his mind. Yen always liked company. She had been very quiet, occasionally whispering something cynical here and there, like the “Finish him” command the day Regret had gone dark. It resounded in his head like an out-of-control particle, forever engulfing Regret’s mind. But ever since Content was here... Yen had been... Normal. Such a funny word, for Regret who lost his family and sanity.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:11 pm
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The words came out like honey, before she could even process what she was saying, "Near you, I feel alive. I am willing to take the chance of death," then, she felt like something snapped in her head. An alarm of sorts or a splash of water over her face. All the sense that she had lost during those few minutes flooded back to her like an angry tsunami. All her thoughts returned and she felt heat rising to her cheeks. What was she doing? With Regret?! Didn't she just finish telling herself no? And here she was, pressing herself into Regret, practically throwing herself at him in some sort of sad desperation. She made a disgusted face and found herself overcome with shame and disdain. Not with Regret. Never with Regret, she repeated in her head. If she could have screamed it, she would have. It was not that she hated the man, it was more that he wasn't her type. He was just a plaything. Something that amused her immensely. A freak of nature that she wanted to understand and observe. Nothing more. There could never be something there. He was a killer. More unstable than even she was. And that was saying a lot! He was just bad news. She needed to get away from him, otherwise her brain would simply keep lapsing into its loneliness.
She laughed, trying to play it off as a joke, "Don't take things so seriously," she wondered if he would pick up on the differences in tones from one sentence to the other. One had been full of want, full of need. The next one, a forced humor. Would he notice? She prayed he wouldn't. Content wanted him to forget it ever happened. She wanted him to think of it nothing more than Content just being Content. Nothing more. So, she tried to force another laugh as she pushed herself from Regret. Warm Regret. Curious Regret. "Like I would settle for someone like you, Regret," Yes, that was a great idea, kick him while he's down. Let's see where that gets us, she mentally scoffed at her decisions. Hopefully it was mean enough to show him that she was not interested in a man like him. So prude, so uptight about everything. Content loved a man who opened up to her, let her in on the first meeting, and trusted her a little too easily. Those were the best men. The only men she had ever been interested with. Not Regret. Regret was nothing like the men that Content concerned herself with.
She whipped around, her hair surely smacking the prude. He deserved it after he turned her down. Didn't he realize he was missing the opportunity of a lifetime? The idea would sink in, hopefully. In her toweled body, she sauntered over to her room. Whether or not Regret was watching her, she had no idea, but she made sure to put a swish to her step. Leaving the door open behind her, she took off the towel. Content didn't care if Regret saw anything at this point. She just needed to get dressed. She needed to get out. The woman needed to find a man to be with tonight. One that didn't have a name that rhymed with "threat'. The towel laid in a sad little pile in the room as she rushed around, finding clothes to wear. Tonight, she was going clubbing. With this in mind, she picked one of the most enticing outfits she currently owned (well, stole, to be precise). It was a a white dress, to make her stand out. Her back was bare, and it felt good. She wanted the attention tonight, and this outfit guaranteed it. The only heels she wanted to wear with these were the ones she just stole. Tonight was some man's lucky night.
It was very likely that Regret had simply gone to take a shower during this time. He probably was pissed at her, but Content didn't care. Her ego was hurting a little and she needed a way to stroke and make it better. Maybe someone would help her later? Content hoped so, and even found herself giddy with excitement. She couldn't remember the last time she went out to a club. It must have been months. Well, the same applied to being with a man. Months of being alone in that glass castle of hers. She missed the touch of another human being, which was why she had thrown herself at Regret. That was what she was going with, anyway. That it was a moment of weakness and loneliness and that she had no control over her emotions when they wanted something like that. And, it just so happened that Regret had been the closest one there to take it. Despite her pressing herself to him, he had not returned the touch or emotions. It had been a waste of time and emotions, as far as Content was concerned. She could have spent the same amount of time with another man who would have melted under her like putty in her hands. A man who wouldn't have insulted her by trying to push her away.
But, if she was not serious about Regret being an interest, why did she take being rejected by him so hard? It was going to happen; the boy was not one to appreciate Content's approaches. Why would this time be any different? She was being a foolish child. Expecting different results every time she threw her naked body against Regret was, in her mind, foolish. It was tedious and - as she put it earlier - a waste of time and energy. These thoughts circled her head like vultures as she slipped into her other shoe, buckling it with her thin, slender fingers. Tonight, she tried to tell herself, would be a night of success. She would find a man that was twenty times hotter than Regret and who would not turn away her advances. He would have money and she would rob him blind before he woke in the morning. That was the way the cookie crumbled. Content was just happy to oblige the stupidity of the men she picked up. They always fell for the innocent, beautiful girl act. It was almost comical how easy it was to con them.
She laughed to herself as she stepped over the towel, her heels clicking as she made her way out of the bedroom doorway. There was no need to say goodbye to Regret; he would not miss her anyway.⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 4:50 pm
Regret ☂ Owens
Insane Dark Wizard
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Getting a faceful of hair, Regret felt like he had just been slapped. The “gentlemen” Regret knew he had just displeased a woman who deserved the uttermost respect from him, but the “psychotic” Regret just wanted her to leave. Conflicting ideology battled each other in deep trenches surrounding his mind, not a battle in No Man’s Land. Complete stalemate, the past and the present. Ugh. With a sigh and an already-developing headache, Regret stepped into the bathroom, where steam still fogged the room. He gently closed the door and began to multitask.
First, he would brush his hair into a presentable form while he undressed to take a shower. It wouldn’t be the first time he would pull something like this, since there were plenty of times in which he was late for school, his job, etc. And hopefully Xilan would be more understanding of this tardiness, since he just underwent a round of torture. At least, that’s what Regret hoped. Performing acrobatics as he showered and brushed his teeth, he quickly finished within five minutes, not exactly record time, but it was fast. Quickly throwing on the little clothing he had on him when he entered the bathroom, Regret rushed out, running at full speed towards his room to get ready. He didn’t even have the time to dry his hair.
What happened next was a mystery. Whether it was slipping on water that dripped from his hair as he ran, or whether it was due to Regret’s own carelessness, and we’ve seen that happen a lot over the past two days, the man fell forward, just as he saw Content walk out of the room. His body collided with hers, as his lips smacked right up against hers in an instant. It took a couple seconds before Regret stabilized himself and jumped back, away from Content, his heart almost bursting through his chest. “I... uh... um...” Regret stuttered.
You big idiot! Yen yelled
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