viragod:

                   CLIPPED  LAUGH  ^{left  her  then  /  the  idea  that  she  was  somehow  exempt  from  punishment  was  a  laughable  one.  he  was  excommunicado,  supposedly  stripped  from  any  resource  and  all  previous  relationship  and,  given  her  continued  involvement,  there  was  nothing  that  would  suggest  she  would  be  free  from  punishment  if  she  were  found.  of  course,  this  begged  the  observation  that  they  were  cut  from  a  different  cloth  /  creatures  that  held  a  certain  heart  for  such  work,  as  much  as  he  attempted  to  deny  it  for  a  time.  hands  clasped  his  cheeks  lightly,  gaze  falling  into  sweet  descent  past  icy  gaze  upon  WICKED  cupid’s  bow  /  lingering,  nevermore                     obedience  was  required  where  self-control  might  have  been  lacking.     ❛  until  they  realize  i  have  no  interest  in  your  bounty.  ❜}

              ^{finale  given  as  a  sigh,  heralding  her  own  restraint  as  she  released  him  and  took  a  step  back  /  looking  him  over  as  if  assessing  whether  or  not  he  was  ready  for  battle.  he  was  always  prepared,  forever  the  HARBINGER                    equal  parts  satisfying  and  heartbreaking.     ❛  perhaps  you’re  going  about  this  the  wrong  way.  ❜}

     _{she tantalizes the parts of him that long for a meaningful connection. nearly lulls him into a mawkish abstraction. allowing himself any small measure of respite, though, may dull his sharpened edges. even now, an emotional dissonance prevents any words from forming. & when she speaks, touching him dearly & melting away the ice, all she’s met with is silence, save for his purposefully even breathing. ‘then what is it you’re interested in’, is what he would like to ask. but digging deeper into that rabbit hole would only make it harder to crawl out of.} 

     _{it’s easy for eyes that have watched him for so long to see his resolve shifting beneath the surface. she can see how he grapples with the parts of himself that are at odds with one another. a shrill beep dissolves his tension, muffled from within his trousers. rough bristles brush along the dark collar of his grim, inky suit as he fishes the cell phone from his pocket & checks the text on the screen. he’s finding it difficult to meet her gaze.}

          _{“ maybe. i’ll let be sure to let you know. “}