truly a trip down memory lane. My sebum and I are gon get married soon tho after 10 years ayyyy xoxoxo find me on twitter for all my homeskillets <3

To say she was pleased to see the Reaper was still a glutton for her brand of punishment may be an understatement when one looks at that wild spark in her eye and that savage grin upon her lips. That shudder of hers delighted her further, immediately igniting a train of thought in her mind. So much so that she couldn’t help but tighten her grip upon the other and send mild shocks from her fingertips.

“Bored? With you? I dread the day.” Neck craned to the side slightly, recalling details of her favorite doll as gaze swept over her again. Eventually the blonde leans in further, breath soft  upon the Reaper’s ear as she whispered seductively. “And you should too~.” If she knew what was good for her.

But it’s Sice. She doesn’t, does she? Not when she’s still following her. Some people never learn, do they? Before returning to meet her gaze again, she gave a quick nip at her jawbone, harsh enough to be noticed but not enough to break skin. That comes later. “I had other business to deal with. Dull business and now I’m looking for some excitement. Know where I can find some~?”

She hisses faintly at the sparks etching over her pale skin, tugging ever so slightly as though an automated reaction to electricity being where it wasn’t supposed to be. At least, if you were anyone but Sice that is. Being with Larx meant this was exactly where it was meant to be, that it was meant to caress her bones as she was dragged like a puppet with little to no regard for her personal safety as though it actually mattered. No matter how far Larx pushed or how gruesome their games got, Sice would appear, back to normal bar the faintest scarring over her pale skin, with memories intact and not a word uttered to a single person around her.

“That’s what I thought.” This is why she flicks that crooked little smile off to the side and her nails dig back in retaliation, stabbing into her wrist as a little reminder she wasn’t totally helpless even if the blonde liked to think so. And boy did she like to think so. “Need my primary source of entertainment round here y’know.”

   “I didn’t even ask you to come along.” Really, he didn’t. In fact, just being around her made the weight of the blight atop his chest seem even heavier, so he’d rather she keep some distance. “You’re the one that followed me for whatever reason.”

@senarius cont

Oh good, it seems the reaper was still fascinated. Still a little glutton for pain. She’s such a little masochist. Which is why the blonde kept coming back, again and again. A lovely little doll she can take apart over and over while listening to the groans of pleasured pain. Such a good girl.

The woman led her faithful follower through darkened alleys before taking a sharp turn, waiting for the moment. It was not long before it appeared before her, and she grabbed a scrap of the classic mantle her little reaper wore, pulling her in and reversing roles to have her instead up against the wall. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she leaned in close, lips almost touching. “Missed me~?”

Sice wasn’t unused to how pain felt. She felt it in missions, in recovery, in training. She was definitely no stranger to the way it slowly spread through every inch of her body and settled just below the skin. It was no different to breathing, to eating, to fighting. It was a simple part of her day to day destruction.

-- but It was different with Larx. 

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about I’m charmin’ as fuck.”it was a lie. She was lying.