You hate her. Oh how you hate her so much. You thought fooling around with her would be enough to satisfy you. But no... It wasn't enough. Her rambunctious nature, her hollering voice, her hazardous nature. It all got under your skin, but in the best way possible.
You want to press your lips against her vile ones. Grab her by the arms and pull her close. It's disgusting how much you think about her, how you can't seem to stop dealing with her inane bullshit. It's charmed you. Oh how it's charmed you so.
You remember the first time you saw Cerrin. You were looking for the mummified corpses nestled deep in the sand, not caring about the blistering temperatures circling around your body. She noticed you before you noticed her. Loud and obnoxious, you hated hearing her voice so much. But now... You almost seem to miss it when she's not around. When she's not willy-nilly letting herself into your hive and screaming about wanting a corpse or two. Or seven.
These feelings burnt deep within Anahit's chest. Feelings of hatred for a woman oh so imperfect. Imperfect just like her. Imperfections have always been attractive to Anahit. She spat in the faces of the "beautiful women", the ones society pushed out as being the "perfect face" or the "perfect body". She carried not for appearances, she cared more for the imperfections that made someone beautiful.
And she... She was perfect in her eyes. Littered with imperfections and chaotic energy. You hated how badly you wanted her. How your pusher seemed to race a little when she was around. You wanted to just settle for fooling around.
But she's got you seeing spades. And you want her more than anything.
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Cerrin Osathi - @wormstuck