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AniYome, ch 89.

A HISS LIKE HE’S BEEN BURNED,   eyes on fire behind the shroud of dark sunglasses   (   EMBERS GLOW,   CINDER OF IRISES ACHING IN THEIR FLAMES   ).   the gnash   &   grit of teeth,   jaw edged tightly   –––   dagger’s glare serves as a warning,   like he’d been caught off guard.   something wild rages tonight,   different in the way he stays his distance:   a cornered animal in full defensive,   body riddled with tension instead of sultry ease.   expecting the unexpected,   expecting the worst for a second time.   step carries with the vaguest threat of a limp,   purple already beginning to ache where knuckles connected with jaw,   red smattering up the side of ripped fishnets.   A LOVER’S SPAT,   or so the story will go.   leather - gloved hands are shaking.        ❛❛     oh,   shut up,   casper.   i’ve no interest in your take on my current state.     ❜❜      cruel snarl through crimson mouth rife with ice   (  BLOOD OR LIPSTICK?   ),   the adrenaline still making heart race   &   mind mean.   it’s unthinking,   the quick lash of tongue without any consideration of company.   bloodstream pulses with pain;   despite every intention to slink home to lick wounds,   to have handyman bandage   &   scrub stains,   that blue glow of zydrate beckons so sweetly.   demeanor shifts,   guard coming half down in a melt   –––   from ferocity to wounded bird in the mere flutter of smudged mascara.   the sunglasses stay,   but he softens,   gaze almost pleading.       ❛❛     mmh   –––     ❜❜       pained moan flits between lips,   black lids flickering.   tonight he cannot give as he usually does,   methods of payment nearing none.   playing for pity,   riding on the hope of a favor to be had.   but he never takes a step closer:   trust is a foolish thing to have in dark corners.       ❛❛     i’ve always been good to you,   haven’t i,   baby?     ❜❜

“Perhaps...We should just... Let him marry his retainer.”

Hoenn is Life turned 3 today!