work alone, trust issues.

If he EVER dared to pity her, or belittle her with such inane thoughts, she would smear his brains across the earth and heavens and personally drag him back to Hell. Her lithe form was not on to be mistaken, for a human’s would have broken against him. Her kneecap would have shattered against his side if she had been human and she would not be twisting her wrists and freeing herself from his grasp. She spreads those nitrile covered digits and fans them across his face, the sharpness of his stubble pricking her hands as her fingers cinch down. She was only mildly upset, annoyance was lingering in her gut from his insolent attitude, but she wasn’t mad. The guns that frame the outside of legs that have spread themselves across the Nephilim’s lap have not been drawn, which is the clearest indication of this fact. Nevermind that she’s captured his bottom lip during their kiss, working it in past her lips, and the second of the tier being worried between teeth turns to rough. Her chest burns as a flicker of a Trigger has her incisors going sharp, all so she could punish him by shredding his flesh; right where it will heal with ease.

What a fucking asshole.

She is not frail, nor fleeting, like a mirage he attempts to gather up into his embrace. Her skin does not bruise beneath his fingers, his grip careless and lax, thusly strong; it was common. It was common for their touches to grow harsh, for fingers to dig against skin and teeth to leave curved marks of varying shades of red. Ruddy testimonies of their clashes were as common as these encounters, and she allows her fall. She allows her body to come crashing down upon his, their knees knocking as their noses brush, and her lips part minutely as they are dragged against his. His lips were chapped, lingering with the taste of coffee, toothpaste, and alcohol— she will call it disgusting. Disgusting enough that she closes her lips, presses the plush tiers more solidly against his chapped pair, and lifts her leg up to knee him in the floating ribs.

       no wonder he had fallen for this one this bad.        of course that would never go out of his mouth,        not ever & especially not now that lips had found        each other, as reunited -- as well as her knee        against his ribs. that, as well, is familiar. she knows        she will get little from that, for he had grown accustomed        to such violence. he thinks, maybe, she should have tried        harder; not because of the lack of strenght, not because        he thinks of her as a poor little thing ( he wouldn't let himself,        for he would only feel pity pressed upon her ), but because        at the very end of the day, they've both learned wanting the        other dead doesn't exactly mean hatred for that one.

“Because you won’t get anything done if I don’t." Obviously— wait. He better not—

“Dante!" It’s not a squeak, nor a yowl; the tone of her voice resembles something more akin to a startled bird. The shrill tone warbles and dies as she is captured at the wrist and drawn forward. She responds by shoving her opposite hand out and pressing it into the side of his jaw— when she gets close enough to, that is; fuck his long arms.

           ❝ shut up already. ❞

noxiius

“Zu~?”

Oh~? He’s stinky, super stinky! She’s not even going to flick out her tongue at him; so stinky! Can he see her? Can he, can he, can he~? “Stinky-chan~! Zu zu zu~ Why is Stinky-chan so stinky~?"

       honestly? he shouldn't be the one        to even think about reclaming the        so called manners; but he's sure as        hell this damn thing got n o n e. 

Just. “That," cue a shove of a gloved palm to the crux of his elbow, "Is my point. Get up."

          “What are you even actually doing?"

outofcharacter. he's jusT ANOTHER ASSHOLE WITH TRUST ISSUES AND BROTHER ISSUES AND LOOKS ABOLUTELY EGOCENTRIC BUT HE'S JUST TRYING TO COVER UP THE FACT HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS AND IF HE'S STILL HUMAN AND ONCE HE LITERALLY PUT A HAND IN HIS CHEST TO KNOW IF HE HAD A HEART BUT THAT'S TMI APPARENTLY I HAVE A TYPE JFKDLskdldsa;jdsa.