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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 9, 2013 5:40:43 GMT
Lifting his left hand, Brent leaned forwards, pressing into her a little harder as he dipped the ends of his fingers in the water, the icy cold feeling almost sending a shiver up his arm. He tensed slightly, his muscles contracting beneath his skin, the tightness of his well toned arms clear as he tilted his head forwards again, resting it against her shoulder. Sighing, Brent turned his head inwards, his mouth pressing up against her ear. "Now, you know I can't just let you get away with your actions for tonight, right? Disobedience isn't allowed, Tiffany." As he spoke, his tone was brutally honest and somewhat harsh as his fingers danced around the sink basin. Glancing up, he watched her through the mirror, eyebrows raising. Telling her she was now allowed to speak - fight her corner persay.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 9, 2013 5:52:28 GMT
She almost found herself shaking her head, agreeing with him, but she caught herself & looked at him through the mirror reflection, the blush slowly draining from her cheeks as she caught her breath, fingers loosening their grip on his leg ever-so-slowly.
"Whenever I think I've got my head wrapped around you," she practically panted, "You completely throw me for a loop. Which would seem odd - I mean, I've compared you to an animal more often than not, but animals are simple. Not you." she just managed to catch her breath, now, feeling her anger swelling up inside of her. At him, at herself.
She hated him for having everything over her - being able to control her with both positive & negative reinforcement - it made her sick to think about. She hated herself for letting him get away with it. For letting him chase her down to lock herself into a bathroom & then to just hand herself back over to him to have his way with her. She hated herself for wanting to let him have his way with her & she hated herself for the feeling of disappointment that she was currently trying to suffocate away at the fact that he hadn't.
"Psychopaths are complicated." she finished harshly, eyes narrowing at him.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 9, 2013 5:59:58 GMT
Tutting under his breath, Brent sighed heavily, his expression changing once more. Making him look more pissed off than anything. "Thats the beauty of things, I'm always going to be one step ahead of you. I have better awareness being of a higher class of gender." Chuckling under his breath as she referred to him as an animal, he shook his head again. " Quite honestly I'm offended that you'd think I'm an animal, I'm smarter, stronger, I'm more than any pathetic excuse of something covered in fur." Exhaling a heavy breath against her shoulder, he moved his hand, playing with the ends of her hair, tugging them a little too roughly as his fingers ran through it. " Psychopath, hm? That's what I am now?" Chuckling, his brow raised again, as though contemplating his choices.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 9, 2013 6:07:58 GMT
"Stop it." she demanded, her voice turning shrill. She'd stood there & listened to enough about how weak & pathetic & useless she was for one day. He'd filled his quota, so to speak. She pushed his hand away from her, twisting her head away from him angrily, grabbing his hand almost roughly & pushing it away from herself completely.
"Don't - don't touch me, don't breathe on me, just stop fucking talking to me." she said angrily. "You & I both know that you have a limit to how far you're going to take this little bullshit mind-game with me & it's going to end before I'm properly dead or in a coma. And you know why?" she turned to face him for a moment, before turning away & facing the mirror again. "Because no matter how superior you think your gender is, my mother will tear your manhood off & make you eat it if you damage me beyond being able to fight."
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 9, 2013 6:14:43 GMT
He didn't fight, try to hold on, he simply let his hand fall away, a look of amusement covering his face as she started upon her rage, he stayed quiet, letting her speak, his head nodding in a somewhat over the top manner as he used his left hand to reach and rub at the back of his neck.
"Ah, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany-" - he sighed, dropping his hand from his neck - "Do you honestly believe I'm so weak minded and stupid to break you enough that it's going to impact on me? Please, as far as your mother is concerned, you have my blood in the family, as long as you're walking, using a wand, and speaking coherently, I'd say I'm pretty fucking safe, she knows who I am, and what I'm like. Maybe she thought you needed someone like me, someone who'll put you in your place, you're my pet. Deal with it."With that, Brent leaned forwards, grabbing at her body and turning her, his arm wrapped around her waist, trapping her against him, her arms either side of her as his hand pressed held harshly onto her free arm, keeping it in place, his free hand moved to the back of her head, his gaze gesturing to the water in the sink. " Now -" he started, head tilting as though he was contemplating his next move, as though his mind wasn't already made up. "How'd about a swim?"
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 9, 2013 6:19:56 GMT
Her eyes grew colder and colder as he spoke, finally snapping, "Don't be daft, she wouldn't do that to me." her tone almost sounded scared for a moment, small & wavering nervously. "Put me in my place." she repeated, scoffing, "Don't make me laugh -"
With a sharp yelp, she was in his arms suddenly, trying to tilt her head forward & away from the sink, using as much of her strength as she could muster in her awkward position. She felt the ends of her hair dip into the icy water, weighing it down & creeping up it carefully, before she whipped her head away, cold water sprinkling at both of their faces as she fought against him.
"I swear I will kill you." she growled, trying to sound menacing despite the way her voice cracked under the pressure of her trying to pull away from the basin.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 9, 2013 6:26:39 GMT
He started to laugh under his breath as he nodded, simply, knowing that once a seed was planted in someones mind it could grow into a tree. It just needed watering correctly. "Hm, you really believe that?" He answered simply, eyebrow raised once more. "So many other men she could of chosen and she chooses one with probably the highest death - fatality - count out of us all?" He shrugged again, "she knows what I'm like, Tiffany, they all do."
Turning his head, his eyes flickered with anger, droplets of water running down the side of his face. Brent was clearly much stronger than Tiff, one arm muscle probably double the size of both her arms put together.
"I'll take my chances." He spoke simply, shoving her head down that little further, holding it under the water for a few moments before lifting her head again, giving her time to gasp for air before shoving her back below the water. Judging his time carefully he finally let her go, his body stepping back from hers as he moved to walk back into the bedroom whilst shaking excess water off of his hands.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 9, 2013 6:33:02 GMT
She barely had time to register the idea that he'd given her, before she was being half-drowned. At her first break, she spluttered for air & scrambled for purchase against his hand with both of her own, but the second time, she coughed, catching her breath normally & not bothering to resist, realizing that he wasn't going to let it go far enough to kill her. She slipped from his grip as he let her go & left, feeling the air rushing through her sharply, making her go dizzy almost immediately.
Losing her balance, she stumbled a little & hit her head against the side of the sink edge on her way down, catching herself & standing up abruptly, gripping the back of her head where she'd hit, feeling the water creeping through her fingers from her hair. Shakily, feeling light & surprisingly unhurt, she stumbled into the bedroom & hit the bed, first her knees colliding with the side, then her entire body flopping onto it, facedown. She hadn't felt naturally tired in such a long time that she practically welcomed the feeling, not even seeming to notice or care about the blood, thinned out from the mixture with the water, seeping down from her hair onto her hands & the sheets in thin, light-red rivers.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 2:31:42 GMT
Brent perched himself on the end of her bed, his fingers wiping against the covers to properly dry his hands off. He glanced up as she stumbled in the room, his eyebrow raised in an unimpressed manner as he made some comment about her being a 'dramatic whore'.
Sighing, Brent pulled himself across the bed to sit by her side. "Tiffany-" he spoke somewhat sternly as he reached over, sitting her up. "Trust you to make things worse for yourself." He spoke, more annoyed that he had to deal with her now. Shaking her a little roughly he spoke with another sigh. "Don't even think about going to sleep."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 10, 2013 4:39:18 GMT
The fuzzy warmth that had spread over her from being comfortable laying down vanished & she frowned a little, slowly peeking one eye open at him with a disgruntled little noise of protest.
"Stahp," she complained weakly, pushing at his cheek softly, though the movement was so sluggish & weak that it was more like she was just trying to admire his facial hair, "touching me." she went to squirm away a little, doing an awkward sort of shimmy before collapsing face-first into his chest, then closing her eyes again & sighing, as though she'd never felt anything more comfortable in her short life.
ooc. i am peeing omg
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 4:58:21 GMT
Brent's face said it all, an unamused look that covered his expression was clear - though probably not to her, in her state - " Tiffany." he spoke louder, more brutally as he grabbed at her shoulders, pushing her off of him and holding her upright. " Tiffany." He spoke even louder, his eyebrows raised - anyone else at this point would be concerned, but not Brent - he seemed more annoyed that he had to deal with her. "I swear if you fall asleep I'm going to snap your flimsy little leg and then you certainly wont be sleeping. Now sit up, woman."
ooc. he's so caring.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 10, 2013 5:04:15 GMT
She gave a little squirm of protest, then slowly blinked her eyes back open, focusing on him hazily, at best.
"This is your fault." she informed him, closing her eyes for a moment, but certainly not in order to fall asleep. She opened them after just a beat too long - simply a very long, lazy blink. "'M so tired, 'n I'm never tired. Isn't fair." she rambled, her words slowly beginning to slur together, growing more and more muffled as she spoke, until it was no more than her moving her lips without any real sound coming out, eyes slipping closed again & her head lolling forward, shoulders slumping in his grip. She sat like that for a moment before jerking her head upright again & patting her legs clumsily, as if checking to see if they were still intact.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 5:08:00 GMT
Sighing once more Brent just seemed to get more frustrated with her, his patience was stretched thin at the best of times, and as far as he was concerned this was just ridiculous. "No, Tiffany. This is your fault for not being able to handle a little water and smacking your head like a complete fool." Rolling his eyes he shifted into a more comfortable position.
Keeping her at arms length, he pursed his lips, simple watching her for a little bit before shaking his head. "Tiffany, if you don't open your eyes and stand up this very second I'm going to go strangle that bloody rat of a snake of yours."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 10, 2013 5:12:20 GMT
She pouted a little, brow furrowing in distaste as she blinked lazily a few more times. "Why would you do that?" she asked, though her totally disbelieving tone made it sound more like a rhetorical question. As if hearing the threat, or better yet, understanding it, Predaytor uncoiled in his cage a little, his hood flaring as he hissed lowly across the room.
"I'm up, why do I have to stand up -" she whined, brushing his hands away weakly as she began to do as she was told anyway. Planting her feet as firmly on the ground as she could manage, she gripped the corner poster of the foot of the bed & pulled herself up to a standing position, before turning her head & giving him an impatient, expectant look.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 5:24:56 GMT
"Because it's almost as annoying as its owner." He retorted, glancing over at the cage, staring the creature down for a moment before turning his attention back to the younger female.
"Good, because if you're stood up you're less likely to fall asleep on the spot." He answered, as though it was obvious and she was clearly stupid. Brent shuffled, sitting up against the pillows of her bed, eyebrow raised. "Let go of the bed, support yourself."
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