#aggression meme

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@impetuousheart​ sent:  🔙 // push my muse against a wall

Xigbar could have won.

If he had chosen to push himself just the slightest bit harder, actually wanted to dig his heels in and embraced mercilessness over leniency, he most definitely could have won.

Easily.

But then again, if he had, he wouldn’t be in this rather cozy position right now, up against a wall, trading smug stare for smug stare with his latest sparring partner. Definitely no complaints in that department.

Admittedly though, despite his confidence, he will at the very least offer a breathless sigh with a heave of his bared chest---as a prelude to his next line of questioning. A delectable little treat for a job well done.

“You wanna keep goin’? Or do ya wanna settle down and call it a day? Cuz if you’re still rarin’ to go, I can’t guarantee I’ll continue takin’ it so easy on ya,” and his eyebrow quirks mischievously with the implied challenge. “Your choice, amigo.”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@jupatera​ sent:  🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

She’s got a damn impressive spunk---he’d give her that much. And the way she handled a knife indicated years of practice and dedication to the art. But she was still undeniably wet behind the ears, definitely not prepared to fight in the big leagues, her stance suggesting lack of formal training, the way she let her anger control her during their sparring allowing her to make stupid mistakes.

Ultimately, he’d allowed her some leeway, ending with his back against the wall, and likely, she thought this round was over---that she’d won. That she could relax, lower her guard, declare victory.

But he’d not tapped out just yet.

Swiftly disarming her was the injury---claiming the blade for himself the insult. However, unlike the way she’d held it to his throat---pricking the skin, threatening to slice him open before, after several heated huffs of breath, withdrawn---he allowed it to dangle loosely between his fingers, almost mockingly, yet again using the phrase in his mother tongue that he’d quickly learned grated on her nerves:

“Poprobovat’ snova.”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@soldierunderfire​ sent:  👔  whoops my hand slipped

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

It was the upper hem of the bandana her fingers caught in---and though the tug at the cloth had been nowhere near aggressive, he nonetheless obeyed the purpose of the gesture, sprucing up his drawing closer to her with a slight shimmy of his shoulders and swaying of his hips to imply eagerness.

“Well well, you sure are a-lookin’ a lil spicy tonight, there, Rossy,” he commented slyly, giving her a certainly noticeably once-over---but not allowing his eye to linger too long on any single part of her before casting back to her face. “What’s the occasion for such a bold ‘hello’ this fine night? Ya got some excitin’ plans?”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@feybled​ sent:  🚨 from tyreeeeeeeeeeeen 😊

He’d known the ramshackle bandit camp was located somewhere over the nearby dusty hill---he just hadn’t expected them to actually open fire from this distance.

Oh well, so much for a casual stroll with the lovely god queen herself.

However, no matter how swift and calculating Xigbar tended to be, at times, even his seemingly impeccable precognition could fail him---and before he could draw either of his weapons and return a single shot, after the third resounding bang rang out from afar, a form collided abruptly with his own, knocking him to the ground, hat sailing off into the dirt nearby.

It took him naught but a moment to gain cognition of exactly what had happened---and only another to grin upwards, golden eye slit in amusement. Even though the telltale whooping and stomping of vagabonds was steadily drawing closer, guns rattling with wasted ammunition, he rested a palm on the thigh of his savior, his voice a mischievous purr as he addressed her:

“Well howdy there, ‘Reeny---” and he reached over to his fallen hat, still within arms’ reach, then placed it, due to this position, rather awkwardly onto his head, with an equally awkward tip of the brim upwards towards her, “fancy seein’ you here all of a sudden.”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@brutalistique​ sent:  👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours

The conversation had reached a temporary lull when his host’s hand clenched at his mandible---with considerably more force than Xigbar would have reckoned he was capable. Or, at least, that he would willingly exert. Was it something he had said, perhaps? Some sort of faux pas that had passed through his lips? The two of them had been digging far deeper into their philosophical discussions as of late, and his gaze certainly couldn’t be averted, even though he most definitely was strong enough to release himself, if he so chose.

But he did not drag away his eye---instead, returning the intensity of such a stare, brow over his visible eye quirking at this shift in mood.

“Ya not a fan of talkin’ about the inherent benevolence versus malevolence of humankind, or do I got somethin’ on my face?”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@deathleads​ sent:  🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

He’d taken to letting her show him what she’s got. The other Apprentices, of course, shook their heads at such a brash decision, but Braig would not be swayed otherwise. She’d expressed an interest in properly learning how to engage in battle, after all, and if no one else, he would be a most appropriate teacher, given his extensive experience (which was far more extensive than anyone else could know). She’d proven herself less than just a laboratory dweller like Even and Ienzo---she had chops. Perhaps not Guard-level, but nonetheless, Braig gave her the benefit of the doubt that her moxie would prove her greatest weapon.

And he definitely wasn’t complaining about being pinned underneath such a bodacious babe.

“Not too bad, Qissy---” lopsided grin parted just enough to bare a hint of jagged teeth, “---not too bad at all.”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@espektros​ sent:  👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer . // roche but yknow like. MENACINGLY. mayb sexily

Slowly but surely, Luxu’s newest experiment was regaining his former strength---perhaps even more powerful than before. He’d wondered if he would last for much longer, at first, as withered and frail as he had appeared for some time---but there had remained, even at his lowest, a will that burned within him, a will to survive. And that was perhaps what prevented Luxu from abandoning him altogether: that oh-so incredible urge to live, despite all odds.

Luxu admired humans like that.

Though, he had to wonder if his little companion should truly be considered “human” anymore.

The sparring match to test his companion’s growing strength had Luxu demonstrating a lower level of energy, knowing well that his full capabilities might tear his partner apart if he didn’t choose his movements prudently---and yet, Luxu had to admit, he’d come out the other side of the encounter against a wall, left rather impressed.