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meme: ‘???’ to see what Maxima thinks of your muse | @rutiilus | accepting

meme: ✿ for kisses and hugs | @rutiilus | accepting

1. aggressive/angry kiss

She didn’t even remember anymore exactly what had been done to set her off, the only thing would be the heavy steps towards her room. She could feel it, the tingling over her wrists and the tips of her fingers and she knew that if she was to look down she would be able to see the smallest lightning wrapping around her fingers beneath the white robes although the sleeves were not nearly long enough to cover them. So she didn’t look down, deep breaths, you are better than this. Fists closed and placed on the pockets of the robes as she moved faster. She knew that Teller was not far behind her and that this was not the time to lose her temper. 

Daphné would be the first one to admit that she didn’t know how to handle anger when it managed to claw it’s way through her skin and up her throat. There was a reason why she had trained herself to keep her cool, that there were always contingency plans and why everything should be done with a cool head. To measure the consequences, or how ferocious another’s anger was towards herself was not her forte when her eyes saw red. And Teller had never had the chance to see just how sharp her tongue could be, or how anger seemed to simply light every pore of her body. He was ferocious, it was his intention to look scary with his scars, with his serious look and blood over his lips. He wanted to look like a monster even if he was not one. Yet the monster under her own porcelain mask was just beginning to claw it’s way out. 

He had been right when he said that he was sure there was a bite to her.

When his hand moved to her lower arm, her other hand moved to him pushing him against the wall, hoping that he would have released her, instead she was pushed against him. She could feel the electricity coursing now to his skin from her own hands as curses in Tevene passed through her mind, anger only rising with each breath. It didn’t matter who did what first, they were close enough and his breathing made her back arch with shivers. Only when her mind stopped seeing red, did she noticed that her nails were digging on the back of his head not as gently or lightly as her usual touch, lips devouring his and his hands holding her closer. Her teeth bit into his before parting slowly, almost hesitantly.

Four-word sentences // Accepting

The comment is nothing new. Once, from a different tongue, it may have cut, but the world they were banished to - it is uncaring to the point of cruelty. Alanari belongs nowhere, is no one. It’s better for everyone involved; moving on before anyone cares to mark their sudden absence negates the chance of harm coming to the poor sod who called the wrong person ‘friend’.It didn’t matter. Alana had been here too long already, and they would be forgotten once they were gone.