AUTOPLAY.

✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

                 anger seemed to be the fuel of whatever relationship he had with Marco Diaz. no, maybe jealousy was a better term. tom most certainly was jealous of this human’s relationship with star. marco was a threat, even if the two claimed to be completely platonic -- worry and paranoia will ran through the back of the demon’s mind and screamed at him like nails on a chalkboard.

                 he could only remember the color red; it was a familiar color. fire was red, anger was red, marco’s damn hoodie he always seemed to be wearing was RED. but that was it. that was all the demon saw before he felt lips crashing so hard into his own that teeth clunk against each other. all three eyes were wide -- processing this rather....strange and shocking response to their usual bickering. the demon nearly fell backwards from the kiss -- having to grab onto the shorter boy’s shoulders to support himself. 

                 tom liked kissing, he really did. he's normally easily melt into kisses, return them happily and with must gusto. but this was different. the hands on marco’s shoulders clutched tightly -- nails digging into skin before ripping marco away from him. 

                 the kiss had certainly taken the demon off guard. he hadn’t expected anything, he didn’t even expect her to speak to him. what he did was wrong. what he had been doing was WRONG. he messed up, and he knew it. he wanted her back, he needed her. star was his rock, star had been what made him feel HAPPY. he was so blinded by what he wanted, his own selfish and spoiled nature rearing its ugly head. 

                 even then, even though this is what he wanted, it still felt wrong. he didn’t deserve it. he had been a brat, a royal jerk. his head turned downward, fingers flexing nervously at his side as a slow breath escaped him. it took him a few moments before his eyes finally turned up to meet hers.