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 Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 2:21 pm
Staying busy kept Sasha's mind off of other, more... troubling things. In truth, life had never been better - in most respects. She was still growing into her new skin, shedding the cramped, stale husk of youth. Every day she became more self-assured, competent in her duties.
And yet, she was troubled. Sasha knew that the flute was not providing what she had hoped it would. A sense of calm, a supplement to Wash's presence in her life. It hurt somewhere deep in her chest when she paused to give thought to the man who had been there for her during her darkest moments - and who had entranced her with his caring ways and gentle words. She didn't deserve him, and Sasha knew it - but it didn't stop her from keeping him close, holding him dear. He was sacred to her. Sasha would die for him, and it was a thought that crossed her mind daily.
And yet, selfishly, she wanted... needed... something more, something that caused so much pain in those kind eyes of his - and she hated herself for it.
These were the thoughts that seemed to mock her as she arrived at the infirmary for her scheduled duties. A young nurse approached her, giving her a pile of charts and an easy smile before turning to his companion. Sasha flipped through the files as they talked, openly eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Twenty says he loses his eye."
"He'd deserve it."
"Ginger a*****e. Suns are ******** crazy, bro."
The two walked off, bidding Sasha farewell. She gave them a distracted nod, glancing down as she shuffled some paperwork. A name caught her eye.
She froze. A slow, feral smile spread across her marred lips, the scar bisecting the curve of her mouth puckering just so as she did. She traced her finger across the name that was printed neatly at the top of the chart. Trauma to the head. Possible loss of sight. Swelling, lacerations.
Sasha's expression turned thoughtful as she turned away from the stack of paperwork and charts, her movements fluid, easy and purposeful. She kept silent as she moved towards his room, the staccato click of her heels on the smooth, cool floor the only announcement of a presence - her presence - in the room. She drew up close to the side of the bed, cheshire grin wide and mad.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 2:47 pm
Rep wasn't expecting visitors short of the guys, Rin and at most Melvin, he expected to be alone. Anyone passing the room was dismissed as a life hunter going about infirmary business. He ached all over, the gouges still raw, the bones in his face like glass. Tracey had explained he was focusing on his eye most of all, that everything else was barely held together, that he had to be careful. He'd learned a long time ago to listen to the weapon when it came to matters of recovery.
So he lay still. Still and bored, in too much pain to sleep and blind to the world around him, he tried remembering songs, thinking of things he had read, of memories, movie plots, anything that would keep his endlessly spinning mind going. He even counted the people who passed the room till he lost count. It was hard to focus with the migraine that wouldn't ******** quit.
At some point he dozed off, time was impossible to grasp in a world with no light, and as he strained to hear familiar breathing nearby, hoping that Harrison or Jordan would be there, he caught an oddly familiar sound. The click of heels on flooring, for whatever reason, made his skin bristle goosebumps all along his arms. He wasn't sure why. The heels and the person attached to them entered the room, his room. He had to assume it was one of the qualified lifers doing their rounds.
"I ******** asked anyone coming in here to say who they were." he said, his voice meek as a kitten, quieter than it almost ever was. Apparently he did have an indoor voice, it just took a serious jaw injury to make him use it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 3:17 pm
Sasha remained silent, but the smile that graced her lips spread, widening toothily, hungrily. With a careless gesture she quietly closed the door, leaving it open a mere crack before allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim room. She toed her shoes off and left them on the floor, unconcerned with the room's questionable sanitation.
Predator and prey, and she had every intention of feasting. It was almost as if Rep were a gift to her, wrapped up prettily in white cotton, blind to the world around him. Blind to her approach, and blind to the things she had in mind.
Sasha slipped closer, silently now, pausing as she drew up close next to the bed. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the sterile scent of the room and beneath that, Rep himself. It was a thrilling combination of smells, and Sasha paused. Her fingers itched to reach out, to dig into the strong column of his neck where she'd marked him - but not here. Not now.
He was helpless. The swathe of bandage cut across his face, a startling slash of white against the blooming blues, purples and greens that flared across his bared jawline. It'd been too long since she'd seen him - really seen him - and even the sound of his voice had that familiar putrid tar swirling around in her gut. Sasha relished in it, that hungry smile spreading even more - but she remained silent as she stood over him. She refrained from reaching out - not yet - despite the way her fingers itched to make contact.
She'd make him wait.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 3:33 pm
The was a deep rooted reason Rep was always so loud, why he charged through the world loud voiced, shaking people up and making them join in his cacophony of chaos - silence was terrifying. Silence to him was the cold quiet nights where he would lie awake in the next room when the shouting died down, straining to hear if he mother was all right, silence was the back alleys in someone else's territory where anyone could be waiting around a corner with a knife. Silence was imagination and primal terror hard-wired into his every nerve, presence without sound was danger.
His breathing picked up, and he evidently tried to conceal it, fingers curling in the bedsheets as his pulse raced and his entire body, told him irrationally to run. Blind and helpless and much too much like a child, he was left with no other option but to plea with the silence, hoping it was some excruciatingly unfunny prank and not something ulterior.
He laughed, a sound not dissimilar from the way Jerry laughed when he was trying to ingratiate himself to another person, and though it hurt, he felt it was necessary. "Nae hard feelings though. What do you want?" He couldn't keep the pleading edge out of it, no matter how hard he tried.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 4:21 pm
He was almost precious sitting there, talking softly to her. She could hear the pleading lilt of his voice, and it nearly sent shivers up her spine. Her eyes lingered on the movement of his chest, the way his fingers clung to the sheets that covered the bed. Each hitch in his breathing caused her nostrils to flare in excitement.
She reached out and ghosted her hand up his arm, very careful not to make contact with his skin. Sasha pulled away after moving her hand from his wrist to his shoulder, stepping back from the bed before slithering around to the other side. She moved effortlessly, silently.
When she spoke, her voice was a low, throaty whisper. There was a harsh edge to the single syllable, black and dark - hate intertwined with something deeper. Something more complex.
"You."
She paused, moving again to the foot of the bed. Her voice retained the tone it carried when she spoke again.
"Not... you. What you are, really."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 4:35 pm
Danger hung heavy on the air the longer his question went unanswered, fear flickering through him, earthed in the adrenaline flooding his veins. There was a certain warmth, a certain mental weight that another person in a room had, as if the air was weighted and didn't flow correctly. It could have been paranoia but the longer he thought the closer the person in his mind's eye seemed to be. He pushed the thoughts away, madness that way lay, a sudden bout of mania and a loss of control would only make him seem foolish and cause him further harm. The idea of what a fool he'd look if he panicked was all that kept him frozen in place, a flicker of a nerve pulse on his throat as he strained to hear over the rush of blood to his ears.
When Sasha spoke it was like all the adrenaline and warmth that had built up in his body turned to ice, dragging cold fingers down his spine. Vulnerability no longer did his emotions justice, he was captive prey and was in the most mortal danger.
And yet, somewhere below the surface, some dark twisted and masochistic part of him stirred at her voice, flexed and listened to the sounds of the blackness. Her flute could not have been enough, music hadn't soothed the savage beast, and here at his lowest point, when all softness and effort seemed in vain, she'd come to him. For what? To gloat? It was deserved, to have lost to someone like Jerry and trusted people too readily.
His posture changed, pain was set aside as he sat up a little straighter, held himself a little more steady, a false vigour to mask how fragile he was. And he couldn't see her, too close from the distance of her voice, but anywhere in his vicinity was always too close.
There was nothing of the desire to please, the plea of a child in need left as he finally spoke, his voice a little louder, a little sharper despite the pain it caused him. "You couldn't keep away." he said with a purr, and it was almost fond.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:42 pm
She remained at the foot of the bed, head tilted slightly as she listened to the change in his voice, his posture, the way he held himself. Sasha had little doubt that it was uncomfortable for him to do so. The spread of the bruises on his jaw attested to that.
"I had to see for myself," she trilled softly, stepping around the bed to stand at his side. Boldly she edged her way onto the bed, the curve of her hip pressing against his knee. "Who on earth did this to you?"
There was an odd note to her voice, something that was undoubtedly possessive - a deep-seated fury that someone would dare to do this to him. He was hers to use and abuse, and the primal thrill that came with it was hers to enjoy.
There was something unspeakably thrilling about his lack of sight. The fact that he couldn't see her only fueled the sadistic urge that clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach to twine with dagger-like fingers around her lungs. She only had eyes for the curve of his lips, her tongue dancing against the scar he'd marked her lip with during one of their former interludes.
As she waited for his response, Sasha lifted a hand with the intent to brush her fingertips against the scars that decorated his neck. His macabre necklace, courtesy of her. Sasha smiled, the gesture completely predatory, her eyes following the movement of her own hand.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:27 pm
"I'm sure you ******** did." he said, tone dripping with sarcasm, but the confidence cracked like ice underfoot as he felt her hip on his knee, touch heightened unbearably by the partial sensory deprivation. It derailed him, dazed him enough that he had to breathe in to steady his nerves, a shallow intake of breath before he exhaled in irritation. "And it was Jerry, he's broken, it wasn't personal." For some reason the most shameful part of losing to Jerry under the eyes of Sasha, felt like the fact it had been impersonal somehow. He'd felt like Jerry was bound to snap on anyone and he'd just been convenient, it wasn't personal, it wasn't close and twisted and intimate.
He hated himself for thinking it but there was part of him that preferred to be hurt at her hands. Revenge against Jerry would never be sweet, he could crush him under his heel but it would never be any more than what the universe had already accomplished for him.
Further elaboration on what had happened died on his lips as he froze dead under her fingertips on his excruciatingly sensitive neck, he shivered, involuntary and carnal, revulsion and instinct tangling clumsily together. "Don't ******** touch me." he snarled, baring his teeth, ignoring the pain of such an elaborate gesture, determined that if she didn't back off, even if he had to dislocate his jaw again, he would sink his ******** teeth into her arm.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 8:56 pm
"You're hardly in any shape to be making demands, Rep. He really did a number on that pretty face of yours, from the looks of it. Of course, it would be rather tragic if you lost your eyes. Seems there's a betting pool that you won't be able to see after this."
She tsk'd softly under her breath, withdrawing her hand only for a moment before she used rough fingers to grip his chin. Sasha knew that he wouldn't hesitate in drawing blood. The curve of her nail bit into the flesh just beneath Rep's lip. Every inch of her body thrummed with anticipation when Rep snarled, a malicious and dark undercurrent that made her feel electrified.
"Jerry, mm?" Sasha shifted forward on the bed, her smile turning voracious. She felt insatiable, having denied herself this for the length of time that she had. Leaning in closer, Sasha used her free hand to trace along the swathe of bandage that wound about Rep's head. "He's got an anger in him."
She applied pressure to the underside of his bruised jaw with the intent of lifting his face, opposite hand leaving the purity of the bandage to rest alongside his head on the pillow.
"Did you miss me, then?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:29 pm
Seizing his chin was unexected and an exquisite agony he didn't even have words for, his bones held together loosely with the weapon equivalent of cheap tape. His nasal whine of agony was involuntary and unhaltable despite how much he hated to give Sasha the ******** satisfaction of watching him suffer. His breath came in staggered gasps as he moved obediently with her grip on him, feeling the strain on his bones acutely, white lights flashing before his minds eye
The pain made it hard to stay concious, let alone think, but the creature she awakened in him didn't care about pain, it only cared about vengance, about what he would do to her when he got out of her for this, about how she'd thrown down the gauntlet again after calling off the game. His hatred leant voice to defianc and at the mention of Jerry, a jealousy that made no sense but which couldn't be pushed aside. "Angerrr my arrse." he snarled. "Self entitlement is all it ******** is. He's a selfish s**t."
He panted with the effort of speaking like this, of snarling words through aching teeth, leaning helplessly into her hand, needing it to lift his head at all, the energy sapped from him with the sheer demands of pain, sweat glistening across his throat and collarbone as it refused to subside.
When he spoke it was breathless and dripping with loathing, hating her, hating his weakness, hating that she came back now when he was trapped in the dark. "Like I ******** missed pain."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:47 pm
That gleam of sweat in the pale light of the room caught Sasha's eye. Her tongue ached to taste it, the proof of his agony. The pain that she'd caused, gifted to him by her relentless touch. The sound of his discomfort was music to her ears, coaxed from him by her fingers. Her toy, her instrument of wrath and ugly, ugly destruction.
Here and now, at least.
"I thought as much. I've missed you too," she crooned roughly, her fingers loosening their grip on his chin just slightly - enough to keep him under control, but light enough not to cause additional damage unless she absolutely needed to.
"Jerry is not so selfish," Sasha pressed, moving closer, inhaling deeply. "You made him angry." She studied the half-moon mark her nail had left behind on his skin, a smirk dancing across her lips. "Was it the same? With him?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:59 pm
The intolerable pain abated to merely excruciating and with the comparision, was a relief, where he hadn't dared to so much as breathe, he made up the defacit now, hardly able to keep himself off the pillows yet still fighting determinedly to keep up the defensive front. He was running almost exclusively on willpower and it was anyone's guess how long that might last.
"He isss." he snarled, a jealous and vicious hiss. Jerry was selfish, he felt the world owed him some something simply by virtue of his own pathetic nature. He was allowed to lash out at others and hurt them and they were expected to bend to him, to simper and pamper and aid him while he gave them nothing but expectation in return. "It was nothing. I was jusst a ******** thing to hit. Someone for him to beat. But he's still nothing, so I won." And that was how it worked, you didn't beat someone physically, you had to beat them more deeply than that, till they bowed out to you and you had their reigns.
He wanted to shake her off, throw off the bite of her hold on him, those nails he'd felt one too many times on skin that didn't belong to her, that she had no right to touch.
"You never won either." he growled.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 10:22 pm
Sasha released her grip on his chin, rocking back on the bed just out of reach. There was an unholy smile on her lips, her teeth biting into the gentle give of her mouth.
"I suppose you look at this as a win for you, mm? Coming to you like I am after denying your terms the last time we spoke."
Sasha tiled her head to the side. "I suppose it is, in certain aspects. But I've done some thinking." She couldn't stop thinking about it, the agony and the need so intertwined, so threaded together that she couldn't ascertain which emotion was which.
She was silent for a long moment before rising from the bed in a swift movement, silent footsteps moving her from one side of the bed to the other.
"If I tell you I've reconsidered your terms, what would you say?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 10:29 pm
She let go and it was a blessed relief, bones pushing back to their mending positions slowly as the pressure was eased, he was still shivering, but it wasn't from fear or cold. He managed a smirk as she spoke, magnanimous even in his position. The scales weren't weighted in his favour right now, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be, and he was listening, because it was impossible to resist the allure of the game.
"I'd say I knew you would, eventually. I told you as much." he said, careful and quiet raising a hand to rub the mark where her nail had been.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:49 am
"Mm. But would you turn me down, I wonder?"
The question was a curious one. The cruelest thing he could do was to return the very same declination of the very same offer that he'd posed to her.
Sasha wanted him. It revolted her at the same time it intrigued her, that deep yearning for the ruthlessness and revulsion that he wore like a black cloak about his shoulders. Part of her knew it unlikely that she would ever have him in the brutal and primal way she really would like to take him. To reach that pinnacle of pleasure-pain would likely be forever out of reach.
She would take what she could get. The urge to go at him like a rabid beast crawled just beneath her skin, tempting and taunting and pulsing with each beat of her heart.
It was all part of the game. The taking, the raw and animalistic way that they truly understood one another. Like two hellacious beasts that circled one another, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
"Would you deny yourself?"
She had. It hadn't worked. She despised herself for being there, in his room at that moment. Sasha knew she was playing a dangerous game but she was powerless - he might be blind, wrapped up in bandages with his mutilated jaw and damaged face - but when Sasha really thought about it... she knew that he had all the power. She could physically coerce him, use pain to entice him.
Sasha was determined to get what she wanted. One way or another.
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