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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 4:36 pm
It had taken him approximately forty-five minutes to stop feeling so wildly out of control. For a majority of the time, Labyrinthite had been moving on autopilot, blissfully unaware of the possibly irreparable damage he'd done. It hadn't been until he had found some no-name low level senshi and reacted just as aggressively, or perhaps even more so, that he understood what had happened with Dia.
General Labyrinthite had left the Rift, but it's influence had yet to leave him. Something about the nature of the youma had imprinted into him even if his body and mind had not broken and been overcome by any of the monsters in the rift like those of weaker will and strength.
But he had torn out the senshi's throat with his teeth in some back alley behind a dumpster while he took her starseed. Even for him, it had been particularly violent and aggressive. The coppery taste of blood on his tongue was what snapped him out of it, with the man spitting it out immediately and dropping the body carelessly on the ground.
Perhaps his punishment was not quite over, yet.
Another hour passed before he felt like he was in a stable enough state to even consider returning to the mansion. He had powered down, not trusting himself when it came to engaging with anyone from either side. Going out somewhere so public when he'd been without civilization for so long had been a mistake.
It was his fault, he should have known better.
Foolish boy, he could hear his father's voice snarl in his ear.
Pulling the hood of his jacket up over his hair and ears, Chase began collecting the necessary things to make his apology to what he assumed was a very, rightfully so, angry girlfriend. Allowing himself to power up long enough to get back to the house, Chase had a bouquet of roses cradled in his arm and an assortment of the expensive chocolate Prissy seemed to favor.
When he didn't find her in his room but Squawks was missing, he headed straight for her room and tested the knob. Locked, like he expected. Carefully, he rapped his knuckles on the wooden door. In a low, remorseful voice he called for her. "Prissy, babe, I'm sorry."
There was leaning on the door and door frame, a hiss as he pressed his bad shoulder against it. "I ******** up - I -." He stopped, because he wasn't going to explain anything to her from outside her door. "Open up, please. Won't come in or touch you if you don't want." He owed her that at least. "I brought you chocolate."
If it hadn't been so late, he might have brought her jewelry.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:03 am
She heard the front door close and she turned to bury her face deeper into her pink mermaid scale pillow. She'd bought it from Claire's on a whim. Kat had told her it was childish, teasing her over the sparkles. She didn't care - if anything, she felt like being childish tonight. Shoving damp hair behind her ear, she listened out for footsteps. It was hard to tell who'd entered, with the carpet muffling the density of their tracks, but she listened for them anyways. Prissy had her suspicions that there could only be one person to return at this hour, though, and the thought brought back a fresh wave of anger across her tired face. Squawks sat on her nightstand, staring back at her as if to ask why he wasn't snuggled up against her in the overly pink bed, tucked under a mountain of equally pink blankets. She'd had half a mind to leave him in the other room, but had snatched the stuffed bird at the last minute, prior to locking the door and flopping dramatically on her bed - which had been a bad idea, seeing as her abdomen was still as sore as ever, but some lessons had to be learned the hard way. Her face had stopped aching, but a dull purple bruise had begun to form across one side of her cheek. She'd noticed it after stepping out of the shower, having taken her time to spray off the gravel, dirt and shame from her sore body. Her stomach had taken the brunt of the damage but after testing her fingers against her skin, it appeared to be superficial at best. Not that he would care what he'd done. Wet hair had been towel dried, damp ringlets of pink falling down next to her face as she'd struggled into her favorite comfort clothes. Oversized pajama pants with a tank top, the sassy wording on the front merely reinforcing his hateful comments from earlier. Whatever. He could live life the way he wanted to and she'd take advantage of hers the way she wanted to. Just because she used her looks didn't make her stupid. Hmph. When the knock came, her head turned to face the locked door. The handle jiggled for a moment, then the voice called out to her. Eyes narrowed suspiciously in response to the apologetic tone. It was clearly Chase behind the door, but was he sincere about fudging things up? Because as far as she was concerned, it was the biggest fudge up he'd ever done. She hesitated for a minute, debating her reaction. The brat in her wanted to throw open the door and shove him away, to tell him to get back with her when he wasn't pulling this Mr. Hyde, Doctor Jekyll nonsense. Maybe shove him around and return the favor. Another part wanted to ignore him completely, to let him feel how isolated he'd made her feel. Ultimately, curiosity won out. Bare feet forced themselves over the edge of her bed and she pushed off, wincing as one hand pressed against her stomach. The pinkette took her time unfastening the lock, the door slowly creeping open as she stared up at him with the same scowl she'd left him with. Haven't you done enough damage for one night? She wanted to ask. Instead, she leaned against the door from her end and pursed her lips. “So talk.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:35 am
Somehow, Prissy managed to look both beautiful and like s**t all at the same time.
He nearly laughed at the concept, because of course she did. Priscilla could have worn a garbage bag and looked gorgeous while doing so. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the bruise beginning to form on her cheek and he sighed, doing his best to look apologetic when she finally opened the door for him.
Immediately he held out the mix of pink and red roses, pink included more because it was her favorite color and not for the mean, even if he did appreciate her and would appreciate her more if she managed to forgive her. There was an unsettling prickle running down his spine that left the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he shifted, immediately taking a step back.
Despite his efforts, something akin to a snarl ripped from his mouth.
Hissing at himself, whiskey eyes squeezed shut, fingers lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose when he tipped his head back so that his chin pointed at the ceiling. “s**t.” One of the boxes of chocolate tumbled out of his hands when he took another step back.
“I should’ve - “ He cut off, head shaking and fingers sliding up and into his hair to tug at the recently cut and dyed locks. “While I was gone I - “ Chase didn’t want to say it, but he could feel that bubbling savagery that he found himself with more control over as Chase than he apparently had as Labyrinthite.
That was unsettling, Labyrinthite had always been stronger.
“I think I’m having senshi-aversions,” he said finally, voice tight and strained, one of the boxes crinkling in his grip as he sought to stay present, in control. “I spent a lot of time with youma.” Though, hadn’t that been obvious with the hoard he had brought to the city and the monster who’s back he had ridden into the city?
“It appears to have had negative effects.” But that was obvious, just from looking at her. Of all people he had to lash out at, had it needed to be the one who waited for him? The woman who had done nothing but try and nurse him back to a presentable state? It figured that the cosmos would taunt him like this.
“I was too weak before, I didn’t realize I would - “ Chase started laughing, hollow and bitter like he was ashamed or disgusted with himself. “I didn’t ******** know and look where it got me.” A girlfriend who looked like he beat her now.
“I - “ he didn’t want to say it, but the words came out anyway. “I don’t think you should be around me.” Chase was beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be enough to keep Dia away from him. He knew that Priscilla was Dia and whatever savage creature now prowled inside him knew it too.
Already he was straining to not let instinct overtake him. He was better, no stronger than that.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I did.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 8:30 am
Her face remained the same as the roses made their way into her arms. Gifts from Chase were usually rewarded with a smile, but even if she'd been in a generous mood the growl that had escaped his lips brought her wide eyes back to her boyfriend (was he still considered her boyfriend? What constituted a stable relationship status after that sort of incident?). Chase was starting to backpedal, both physically and verbally. He looked unsure. Concerned. Conflicted.He spoke of dwelling with youma. Well, it made sense considering his sudden anti-senshi stance. She couldn't help but wonder what all he'd been subjected to, to end up developing such animosity for a class of people he'd formerly recruited for his own team. Wasn't having a senshi on their side a good thing? His final comment, however, took the figurative cake. It took the cake, the napkins, the place setting and the entire kitchen. “I don't think you should be around me.”For as strong as she felt she could be, a part of Prissy snapped. Tears began to fill her eyes, though sadness and despair were the last things on her mind. No, she was angry and she hadn't felt this level of anger since she'd learned of her Father’s financial transgressions. “You don't think you should be around me?” The roses fell to the floor and before she could even consider the repercussions of her actions, both hands were flying out to shove the man backwards. “You don't think that you should be AROUND ME?” The chocolates that remained in his hand were snatched away, tossed down the hallway without so much as a second glance. Wet hair whipped back around as she stared him down, fingers reaching out to curl around the fabric of his jacket. “I waited six months for you to show up from God knows where. I waited for your lousy self to come crawling back and I took care of you without so much as demanding answers that you darn well knew I deserved to hear.” A fist moved to thump his chest roughly, naked feet scuffing the carpet as she drew closer. Tears had begun to fall but she didn't care, the fact that her body was crying when she was trying to be strong and mad only exacerbated the fury in her words. “You can get over your problem, Chase Black, because I - nor you - are going anywhere.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 8:40 am
Chase had braced himself for a variety of reactions, most notably, anger. Instead, he got tears whose origins were unclear and for the first time in a long while, the man looked surprised. Dark brows lifted and his mouth formed a tight line, another growl swallowed back down his throat as she encroached on his space.
Small hands hit his chest firmly and it was unexpected enough that it sent him stumbling a step or two backwards. What boxes she hadn’t snatched out of his hands and chucked down the hall fell on the carpeted ground, abandoned and quickly forgotten. While the physical aggression from the small woman was rousing a concerning response, it was her volume that felt like a slap in the face.
Allowing himself to be yanked forward, Chase met Prissy’s gaze with a harsh one of his own. Larger hands wrapped around tiny wrists, grip almost harsh and tight enough to bruise but just short of enough pressure. His arms trembled from the exertion he had to exhibit in order to remain in control, to keep from striking her again.
The urge to shove her back was strong and the desire to push her up against the wall to remind her that he had the capability to was stronger. Chase remained in place through sheer willpower alone.
But his girlfriend was pushing the amount of restraint he was capable of as she advanced on him, thumping on his chest like an angry child.
“You don’t get it.” He snapped right back at her, blunt nails scraping against the pulse point in her wrist. “I could have <******** killed you tonight.” It was by Metallia’s Grace that he hadn’t.
Something in him snapped and he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall, looming over her like he had the terrible habit of doing so. “I. Don’t. Have. Control. Over. This.” He panted, each word it’s own angry snarl until they combined for a sentence. “I’m barely in control now.”
His admission hung heavy in the air as his eyes flashed dangerously.
“Being close to you is threatening to drive me crazy.” He was at the precipice of the animalistic instinct that threatened to pull him over the cliffside until he was tumbling down and down and down, back into the rabbit hole that he had clawed his way out of.
“I’m going to hurt you, kitten, way worse than I already have.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 9:02 am
It was her turn to sneer as he looked down on her. The shove into the wall hadn't been entirely unexpected and the adrenaline coursing through her made it all the more exciting, rather than worrisome. Being attacked suddenly and unprovoked had been the issue, but now that he was finally opening up, finally explaining some of the mess going on in that jumbled up brain of his, she could finally make sense of the situation and assess it properly. Well, maybe not properly, because the stubborn woman wasn't about to simply let him waltz off again, this time under the pretense of being afraid of hurting her. Rubbish. He was physically stronger, but now that she knew his game, she could insert her own rules into the mix. Just because she stuck around the first round didn't mean she couldn't teleport out when he decided to bring Mr. Sharp and Pointy out again. “Boo hoo.” Her tone rang of mockery, hands moving up to wipe the damp streaks from off her face. The overwhelming emotions were put back into check and she was ready to toss her own opinion into the ring. He continued to hold tight to her waist and she didn't care. Heck, she actually enjoyed it, on some twisted level. “Poor little Chase, went off to play with the youma and now can't control his own inner demons.” Her head tilted and her eyes widened as though she were attempting to be sympathetic, while her voice was anything but. Hands lowered to cover both of his and she pinched tightly. “You caught me off guard once, but I'm a big girl, don't worry. If I wanted someone concerned about my safety, I'd find a nice boy to play with, not stick around for you.” Finally, her hands shoved him off and she squeezed her way out of his grip, allowing him a full access view of her backside as she sauntered down the hall. Bending over to pick up one of the boxes, she slowly took her time unwrapping the plastic seal from the container. Dropping the trash to the ground, she casually tossed the lid off and rummaged through the box, lifting a small square morsel up and popping it into her mouth. Chewing ever so slowly, her back found the wall and she leaned into it, watching him as she swallowed the caramel flavored piece. Picking up a second one, she stared at the chocolate, then back towards him. “The martyr look really doesn't suit you, you know. I think I'd rather take my chances with a wild man than someone too soft for his own good.” Slipping the second chocolate between her lips, her tongue snaked out to lick the remains that lingered. One hand dipped down and began to toy around the large bruise on her collarbone, a mark she'd willingly received. As far as she was concerned, she was more than prepared to accept additional ones, especially if it meant getting things to go her way. Chase Black might think himself a lost cause, but Priscilla Stratford knew otherwise. “So. You just gonna give up and run off with your tail between your legs or are you gonna stick around and work on this little problem of yours with me?” Translation: bring it on, sugar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 9:05 am
He wanted to scoff at her, roll her eyes, and remind her that she was someone used to living off of the good graces of someone else. But he didn’t, because he didn’t know if that was true or false any longer. Something had happened to all of her wealth while he’d been gone and it hadn’t taken long to put two and two together.
Rich men did stupid things. Prissy’s father that been a rich man and he’d likely done something idiotic that cost him most, if not all, his money.
Most men weren’t like Samuel, or Chase even.
When she shoved him back he let her, despite the urge to pull her right back up against him and do…something with her. Instead, he watched her with dark eyes as she sauntered away, taking note of the exaggerated way she swung her hips.
If his girlfriend wanted to pretend like she had the strength to keep him at bay, fine. He could play her game.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He replied, taking a spot against the wall and leaning up against his bad shoulder. It hurt, but the pain grounded, kept him digging his nails into his own arms instead of her neck. For once, being Chase was easier.
At least this way, she - they - knew what she was getting into.
Suffering makes you stronger, his mother’s voice seemed to echo in his thoughts and were he a weaker man, he would have thought that her ghost was gently laying a hand on his shoulder. But Lara was dead and dreaming of her ghost would do him no good.
“I intended to give you some space, while I worked on this problem.” The way he said it implied he had every intention of tackling his instability alone, but now - things were different. Prissy refused to go anywhere and while General Labyrinthite, and by extension Chase Black, relied on no one, if she wanted to shoulder some of his burden, he’d let her.
She’d been a good girl after all, spent all those months waiting around for him.
“But if you want to put yourself into the ring with me, why not.” She’d either hold her own or she would break. He’d have fun regardless.
Pushing off the wall he stalked towards her, watching her toy with the bruise he’d left on her skin with teeth instead of a fist. This time, he didn’t hesitate when he grabbed the front of her t-shirt to tug her closer, hands sliding into her hair and claiming her mouth with his own.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 9:09 am
She wasted no time in responding to him, dropping the box of chocolates only to let the pieces scatter across the carpet, littering the ground around them with little bon bons and squares. It would be a mess she’d force him to pick up later, feigning innocence as it was he who’d brought the chocolates in the first place. At the moment, her arms were too busy reaching up to drape around his neck, fingers finding his back as nails dug into the thickness of his jacket. Her mouth opened up but instead of inviting him in, teeth took hold of his bottom lip and bit down, ensuring he’d feel the sting of her kiss long after their lips parted. He was smug - too smug - and she intended to remind him that while she might be his kitten, his kitten had a bite to her. Chase had agreed to allow her to help and if she was going to get anywhere with this, she’d have to play his style. Pulling away, she opened her eyes to meet his. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was mussed but she was far from ready to roll over due to a simple grab and kiss. His typical rough charm had a ways to go to win her back over for his sins of the evening. Labyrinthite’s cruel words rang in her ear, fueling her anger that funneled into her actions. He underestimated her and that would be one mistake he’d realize soon enough. The words that finally left her lips came out as a growl: “Thanks but if I want space, I’ll make my own.” As if to emphasize, her hands moved around to both shoulders and forcibly shoved him backwards once again. Fingers left her hair with a painful tug, but easy enough to ignore in the spur of the moment. This time, instead of following up with a fist to his chest, she took a few steps to the side, then rushed at him with a jump. Despite lacking her senshi abilities, it wasn’t hard to leap on top of him with minimal effort on the lithe waitress’s part. Legs were quick to wrap around his hips as her mouth urgently sought out his, arms returning to their comfortable home around his neck. Fingers pressed into the back of his head, burying into his shortened hair. “You don’t deserve me tonight.” Her words breathed against his mouth, finding it growing easier and easier to ignore the dull throbs of her abdomen and hand. “You’re lucky I bothered staying around for you.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 9:12 am
It appeared that the more aggressive his lady was with him, the more that beast inside appeared to respond to it. Low, throaty growls were given in response as his grip on her hair tightened until he was tugging on pink strands tightly enough that he could feel the resistance from her scalp.
Attempting to chase her mouth so he could n** at her in return, lip tingling from where she’d bit, he missed his mark and was forced to blink at her, scowl on his face. Despite how scared she’d looked earlier, she was rebounding quickly, daring to tease him when he’d warned her that the threads of his control were fading.
But, as she’d said, Prissy was a big girl. She was making her bed and she’d lay it in, with him and all of the things that came with that.
Fingers made to grasp at her like claws but he went back anyway, space created by his girlfriend in a little display of whatever power or strength she thought she possessed over him. A snarl was on the tip of his tongue, half out his mouth when she lept at him and he caught her, effortlessly.
All that time they’d spent making sure he was recovering properly had paid off and her weight settled against him, with him gripping her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist. Every kiss was an angry mess of her trying to control things and him pushing back, wild and untamed in response. Once confident that she was securely wrapped around him, his hands slid upward, one settling on the curve of her a** and the other beneath the oversized shirt to press a rough palm against her bare skin at the base of her spine.
“I don’t deserve a lot of things, but that doesn’t stop me from taking it,” he taunted back, shifting so that he could press her back against the wall when he dragged his mouth from hers and sunk his teeth into her neck.
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