Such an aggressive act, yet caressed in gentle affection. Perhaps her very appearance, of whites and blacks, echoed the contradictions she seemed to represent.
Yet, the force of will he exerted seemed just enough to wash her away, like shadows not quite able to survive against an onslaught of light. Nevertheless, the figure remained. Anchored to his form.
"You could bring such thunder," she cooed with a trail of icy finger to mortal jaw. "Even now, in your resistance, you become something beautiful, Mister Campo... Something wanted. Something which deserves better."
Expression hardened.
"Do not be content to squirm in this bucket of rotting fish you find yourself... You settle for less when you could have more."
It was like being in an oven of somehow freezing heat. A viscous cloud of toxicity which sought to imprint itself, contaminate and pollute. Yet... Yet, its own held purpose. She didn't want just another victim. She was after something else.
"Promise me..." She spoke into ear with a voice of burning honey. "Promise me a vengeance of my choosing... Promise this and I will grant you freedom. What say you?"
Would he accept? Or would he attempt to unleash against her?
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on 2014-05-19 11:16 pm (UTC)Such an aggressive act, yet caressed in gentle affection. Perhaps her very appearance, of whites and blacks, echoed the contradictions she seemed to represent.
Yet, the force of will he exerted seemed just enough to wash her away, like shadows not quite able to survive against an onslaught of light. Nevertheless, the figure remained. Anchored to his form.
"You could bring such thunder," she cooed with a trail of icy finger to mortal jaw. "Even now, in your resistance, you become something beautiful, Mister Campo... Something wanted. Something which deserves better."
Expression hardened.
"Do not be content to squirm in this bucket of rotting fish you find yourself... You settle for less when you could have more."
It was like being in an oven of somehow freezing heat. A viscous cloud of toxicity which sought to imprint itself, contaminate and pollute. Yet... Yet, its own held purpose. She didn't want just another victim. She was after something else.
"Promise me..." She spoke into ear with a voice of burning honey. "Promise me a vengeance of my choosing... Promise this and I will grant you freedom. What say you?"
Would he accept? Or would he attempt to unleash against her?