Kingdom of the Heartless

I don’t particularly care. It’s up to you really. It’s not like I can tell the difference between what’s right and wrong for your mental health. [Marcel doesn’t care about your rhetoric, way too boring man.] Fresh starts are fun, you meet new people and have new experiences. But the thing about being maleficence personified, is that I can’t stop being maleficenty. I’m also back to working missions for the government on a more regular basis and I think that speaks for itself.

[Aidan had become immune to Marcel when he spoke in a manner that some would peg him as a dick. Being that he knew it was someone who could not help it] So the teacher returns to the field? Do you find it more fitting than sitting behind a desk trying to counsel someone with their problems?

That’s… quite the ability, really. Y’know, I don’t think I ever got your name, either. I’m Layla, and you are?

Not really. Just say what you mean and mean what you say. It's just honesty with out all the bullshit. [he smiled and extended his hand] Cyrus Hirst, pleasure.

They won’t. Set in stone. [frowns] I don’t like not knowing what powers people have. If they refuse to tell me, I walk away, as a rule. That includes you; I definitely don’t trust your ass. Not unstoppable, but pretty damn close, close enough for me to try. …I guess it’s a good thing I’m not trying to get you wet. [surprised by the sudden presence of Mercy wrapped around her, Viv initially drops her hands to support the girl’s ass before she pulls them back like it burned. Her face flushes deep red against the fantasy Mercy paints, teasing her with just the right keywords. Struggling to hold onto her willpower and resolve, she pushes them into her voice] Mercy, I— I’m not saying that… I don’t want to hear anything you have to say, even if it’s got blood… or broken bones… or [shivers] fire. Get. down. off. of. me.

Nothing is ever set in stone, darlin. That boyfriend of yours isn't as durable as you. And could easily be taken out with just a well placed shot from a far range gun. [smirking as she spoke of the plan as if it were already in the works so casually] And I've always been handy with a rifle since my daddy put his in my hand. But with these eyes I could hit that bright blonde target that is your boyfriend's head from almost any range. [she giggled knowing the words would ether have the effect of pissing her off, turning her on or both. Either one welcomed by the sadistic redhead who liked all aspects of her destructive ex lover. Though rather than tell her of the knew skill Mercy learned she decided to show Viv. Their visual closeness made it easy to get direct eye contact with the blonde, ,making her ability that much stronger. Her eyes flared when they locked with Vivian's. Forcing her will through her gaze until it swallowed the Vivian whole] Now, now don't be like that. You know we had some good times back then...[ever the temptress Mercy started to grind herself forward, using lust as a way to strengthen her hold] ...how about we have a little go at it? You forget all about the those mean and nasty things I've said or done...and about your annoying boyfriend...and just fucking destroy me like you did that first time you made me cum so hard.. [she moaned] ...just let go and give into what you really want.

…Oof. Let me guess, you’re the personification of bluntness, too? 

[smirks] No. That's just a natural ability.

[is indeed getting on intimate terms with the curves of Aidan’s back under the water, mesmerized by the muscles moving beneath the skin that he could see and imagining the ones he couldn’t. Takes a step toward the shower, feeling himself start to slip under his passionate nature, but not fighting it as he should while a very new friend was showering feet away. Takes another step closer] I feel real good. First or last, I’m gonna go in and knock it out, only way I know how to do things. [finally reaches the door and bold in his looking over it, lust radiating from his voice, his expression, his every pore] You look more than perfect wet. It’s incredible.

So cold! [Stares at Aidan for a moment before rolling his eyes.] Jesus, have none of you ever heard of a fresh start? You know I have to defend myself when you say that. I’m not a lightweight. You should know that.

Would you rather I carried the weight of each life I took? [it was a rhetorical question, more a statement than seeking an answer] And why would you need a fresh start? Have you been maleficent again?

[kisses him back without hesitation, frowning when Aidan parted their lips] I’ll have you again. [slips a phone in Aidan’s pocket and steps away form him] It’s a private line, they won’t be able to spy on the conversations. Call me when you change your mind. [sighs and turns around, making a door for himself through the metal wall and sealing it close after he stepped out in the open] 

[Aidan fell into the locker behind him once Max was gone. Part of him wanting to run after while the other wanted to turn him in. But knowing his love would forever keep him from truly stopping Max they he had those he'd been sent on a mission after earlier today. Pulling the phone from his pocket he held it tight. His only connection to his estranged love. Unsure of what to do with it he felt his judgement cloud over as he sent out a text of 'I'll always love you.' to the phone before tucking it away and returning to removing his clothes]

Well, I was trying to make the most out of my last few days off, but I feel worse off than before. [eyes flash] None taken; but I could ask you the same thing. You’re a “freak” too, aren’t you?

Who me? Nothing of the sort. I'm just a boy with a power I can't fully control and a desire to have all I want brought to me on a silver platter. I don't compare to some of the creeps they house here.

Well, it doesn’t seem nearly as satisfying if I have your permission. But seeing as I’m not fuckin darlin and I still have a boyfriend and you’re still a bitch: no.

Guess I'll have to wait till one of those obstacles change. Though I have a good feeling I'll always be a bitch. [she giggled] Oh no worries. I think that might be more of that 'need-to-know' information your jailers haven't told yet. Don't let me ruin the surprise. And still think being super strong makes you unstoppable? If only you had the brains to go along with that brawn and beauty I just might be wetter than I already am right now. [she moved again in blurred motion. Hopping up on the counter and throwing her legs around Viv. Wrapping her tight in the might of her inhuman strength] So...I can still get you hot, huh? Wanna hear about the bar fight from a couple nights ago? The blood..the broken bones...the fire I caused to hide my trace? Mmmm...and the screams.

[sucks in a breath as his attention is distracted severely by the mostly naked guy walking across the room and then even more so by his becoming completely naked. His dick gives a frustrated twitch as he simultaneously tries to and tries not to imagine the body behind the door. Clears his throat] Yeah… I .. uh… Right, yeah, stick with what you know. That’s solid fuckin advice, but I’m up for a mission soon; I only get it if I can operate the all-terrains. Won’t get to flex my natural talent until I can get my unnatural one up. …Hm. I bet you look damn good with a bow in your hand. It’s a more intimidating talent, too, in my opinion. 

Whatever you feel is best. I only offer my own advice though you would know what method works best for you. [ducking his head under the hot stream of water. Not thinking of how the other could be fantasizing about the way the water cascading down his pale, muscular back till it washed soap bubbles over supple cheeks] How do you feel about it? Can't say my first mission was a complete success but I feel it prepared me for all others that followed.

I did come back for you. That’s the reason I’m hetre now, but you have to come with me, Aidan. Do you think after everything they’ll let me live in the base as freely as you? They will lock me up and we’ll never see each other again if. You know I’m right. 

... [silent because he couldn't dispute Max's words. If he came back Max would be put away in a prison he'd never escape much like the rest of the uncontrollable ones. The fear of that fact made him hold the boy tighter, pull him closer wishing he knew how to save him] I don't know what else to do, Max. [this, much like their love, was complicated. Feeling a need to be with the yin to his yang. But knowing the opposition that drew them together always tore them apart in the end. When he reached up and kissed him he knew it did not help. Only making him want to keep the at his side more. But after what seemed like forever of their lips being joined, he pulled away again] I'm sorry, Max. You should go before someone spots you.

So did you kill them? [looks surprised, as he was playing his games as per usual] Dear friend? Isn’t this the first time we’ve met?

Yes. [said as easily as any other word. Though he turned to Marcel confused] What? Marcel...somewhat early to be drinking, no?

They just click. Like white girls and iPhones. …I’ll tell you when it gets here, then you can come pick it up. Does that work?

Perfection. [pats her head] So, why aren't you off playing good little soldier like the rest of the freaks? Figure of speech.