#unsnare

"you're hot when you try to tell me what to do. almost makes me want to spit in your face less, but props to you for thinking you can try."

HE'S TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT. a furrowed brow comes with his adjustment of her shirt, yet she doesn't move. Doesn't allow him to feel like he's awarded squeamish behavior even though it feels invasive that he's this close to her. A predator is a predator no matter what species he is; and despite sharing a title of being a witch, there was no warmness, no desperation to seek his company even now outside of the prison world where her magic is at full capacity. There's a tilt to her head as she stands her ground, letting her eyes fall on his face as she leans back against the counter further. "My friends are going to be back any minute." Bonnie says finally, her own hand being put up as a blocking ghosting above his chest. Kai has shown himself to be distrustful, but yet he's still in her home. In her kitchen. Promptly on her last nerve and that's partly due to exhaustion everywhere else. The woman's lips part as she sighs, keeping their gaze locked. "If you want to prove you're not going to hurt me right now, the best move for you would be to walk out that door and leave me alone."

" automatic void because you left the last remaining square empty, you could have had a full bingo."

He was bleeding out, but not fast enough. This was slow, painful agony, and after years of suffering, of fighting to live, he just wanted it to be over.

had to let this sit in the inbox because i kept coming back to look at it while i've had such a shitty week. i love you so much. so glad i could be your favorite rock and that you can be my otter. <3

HIS TOUCH BURNS, Bonnie's hand coming up to grip at his wrist almost immediately after, but doesn't do anything to move from her position there. Green eyes study him, a tilt to her head as she tries to see beneath all the hurt they've been through together, to search for a man worth saving. A flaw of hers, wanting to become the fixer just as much as her dear friend Caroline despite all those times where she's wanted no part of it. They've seen enough of each other where Bonnie can't determine whether this is a trick or something real. The witch decides it's the former, not the latter, but her brows furrow against the touch and she leans in to the feeling of his hand on her cheek. It burns, but this is most contact she's had in what's felt like forever, so she lets it linger until she forces it away. "What are you doing?" A beat, her free hand snaking up to twist the material of his shirt into a closed fist before she's pushing back at the contact. "I'm trying to get out of here, not get distracted into staying."

"Is this flirting or is this you plotting to kick over my tomato plant that's literally right next to you?"