wine-macdaddy:
The moment her lips touched his on her own accord, Mac conscience screamed ‘something was wrong, this is not right!’ He knew it but couldn’t help but relish in it. He missed it, he loved it. He missed her and he loved this. But deep down he knew it was wrong, he made a promise and she made her choice. Pulling away from her he gasped for air and said “No! Sistine we cant we- what the fuc” he said noticing he wasn’t looking at her but the ceiling. Did she just Djinn him? A cold laugh left his mouth as he looked at her coldly. “don’t you fear the wrath of a god? You must be bored with life, do you want to play with me?” He moved to her quickly gliding a finger against her cheek releasing some of his power with his touch. “I’m not the same little half-blood you knew 300 years ago, If a Djinn is in my way, I will smite it: Your nothing special to me anymore as you have served your purpose. I didn’t thank you for that by the way who knew love would actually be useful you stupid little Djinn” What little of his mortal heart he had left twisted with each dug at her but he looked bored while delivering the message. Throwing his hands up he said “Im going to leave now sweetheart”
there was no second kiss. not in this reality at least. but to the unconscious mac, the fantasy that sistine had conjured might as well have been reality. she felt no guilt for deceiving him, not after everything that he’d put her through. if anything, he deserved it and so much worse. she could be doing so much worse to him and yet somehow, she didn’t. she was surprised to see him pull away from fantasy-her and even more surprised by his objection. the mac that she knew wouldn’t have turned her down. snapping him back to reality, sistine watched as he came to. “try as you might, mac, but you’ll never be a real god,” she sneered, a mocking smile on her features.
turning her head away from the other as his finger grazed her skin, she felt a spark from the contact before the goosebumps followed. but that wasn’t what stung. the touch was nothing compared to his words, evidently armed to cause hurt. sistine had pictured this conversation thousands of times over the years, but reality was so much worse than she could’ve ever imagined. her jaw clenched as she took in each and every word, wanting to burn this memory into her brain. because she was right to hate every bit of his being for the last 300 years. she needed to remember this feeling, to remind herself that she would rather die than to give another person this kind of power over her ever again.
“then smite me. if i meant so little to you, there’s nothing holding you back, is there?” she challenged. "i’m not the same naive djinn who was fooled by you 300 years ago. come near me again and you’ll be stuck in a loop of your worst nightmares for the rest of your miserable, immortal life, while i drain every last bit of your godly blood.” her hands clenched at her side, as she urged herself to keep her emotions in check, but it was useless. “i don’t know why you came here in the first place. leave. that’s what you do best, isn’t it?”



















