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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 11:18:25 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
Nothing escaped Carrigan's knowledge, so of course she knew when Cassius showed up in Sepalum.
The brilliant thing about Sepalum was how small it was; of course she would know when he arrived. Cassius and his anger were like two Boxer dogs, big and muscular with squished noses. They bowled over everything in their way, didn't care about a cover. Besides, he probably knew that he couldn't escape her, in the same way she knew she couldn't escape him.
Cassius been here the better part of a week, she guessed, and today would be the day that he'd find her.
If he was the dog, she was the cat. If he asked her name, she asked the time. Her spindly body translated well, like a thin tom cat on top of a fence. But they were by the salty sea and the sea of wheat and there were no alley ways for her to slink in; she was propped up against a wall, a closed store that sold something quaint, probably. The stars twinkled above, and this far from the city almost everything was dark. It was late, it was the time of night where morning was still far off but all better-minded townspeople had gone to sleep.
Carrigan was alone, but she wasn't lonely. She knew that Cassius was on his way; it was just the waiting. Tick tock, tick tock.
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Post by terra6 on Apr 27, 2013 13:40:44 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]Why had that bitch come here of all places? It was all flowers and greenery, from what he could see. The people around him - was that a goat? - were all smiling and seeming overly enthusiastic about doing .. absolutely nothing. What was the idea? He even had to travel there by horse, as ridiculous as that was. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen a horse before in his life, and he was all the more happy to be off of the thing when it took a huge dump in the middle of the road. Who were these people, savages? He hadn't been gone for that long, but he was starting to really miss his motorcycle. He had arrived earlier that week, booking a room at the inn for the time being, and ever since he stepped his foot into this small backwards town he had been looking for Carrigan. Asking high and low, though the people here sounded just as obtuse as they looked. Would he survive out here in this complete desolate place? Well, she couldn't hide out here. There were no places to shrink back into, like in the city. No especially shady areas either, he could tell, because why would these perfectly dull creatures create any excitement in their lives? Fuck, he needed a smoke right now. Was that frowned upon out here? He had no idea, but he didn't really care. Within four seconds he had his fingers wrapped around the delicate paper-covered tobacco roll, and was sucking contently at it while he brought the flame of his lighter with his other hand up to the butt end. There were barely anyone outside at this hour of the day, so he supposed even if they did care about smoking in this town, he wouldn't hear about it. That at least gave him some solace. He had been wandering around this town for a week, which was a long time for such a small place. It was even a wonder that he spotted the exact woman he had been look for for all this while, when he had not done so earlier. Cassius walked up to her, half-done cigarette in his mouth and his fists clenched, one tucked inside his pocket. Once he reached her, seeing as she didn't run - which was fortunate for him because he hated running, like, the actual running part of running - he dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it to put out the fire. Then, with no warning, he closed the distance between them and punched his clenched fist into the wall next to her face. "Stop. Fucking. Running." TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 14:11:32 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
He was so intense that he filled up the causeway when he found her, and so angry that the sound of his stomp echoed off the buildings. Carrigan laughed openly, even when he came closer and punched the wall next to her face. After his words, she brought a hand up to her mouth to try to stifle the laughter, but it was obvious she wasn't trying too hard.
Carrigan brought a hand up to finger a seam on Cassius' collar. "Do I look like I'm running?" she purred, leaning towards him. This is what she was waiting for - some excitement.
She'd always poked fun at him, always did whatever she could to get him bothered. It wasn't until he snapped at her that she realized what it really meant for him to be angry. This bred two things in her: a small bit of fear, since she had never expected her to be so openly violent against her, and the idea that she had never been able to truly provoke him in the past.
The matters of her fate and what she was running from didn't matter very much to Carrigan; because she didn't care about her fate, she could almost always make the right decisions when it came to her survival. There was no pressure. She also had to have her fun - she wanted to pull that beast out of Cassius again, to be honest. She was disappointed with herself that she had not done it earlier.
It was a delicate game though - he could easily just give up and drag her back to the hole they both crawled out of. And that, of course, ended the game.
Carrigan didn't want that.
She looked down, and laughed a bit more. "Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?" More giggling. More touching. She tilted her head and waited for his reaction.
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Post by terra6 on Apr 27, 2013 14:54:16 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]"You're laughing?" Her obvious taunt that she wasn't even trying to hide added on to sending him over the edge. Punching the wall was nothing, he didn't even feel that much when adrenaline - and whatever else he was feeling - took over. His eyes followed her finger when she reached up to touch his collar. He practically snarled at her, furious. Then, with his hand he had kept in his pocket, he reached up to her neck and clutched a handful of hair before pulling down, hard. Not hard enough to yank out strands of it, but hard enough to make her realise he wasn't playing around. "Do you think I'm joking?" He wasn't happy at all. "If you weren't running, I wouldn't be here," he nodded his head to the side, as to signal exactly where they were, "in this fuckhole of a town." When he thought about it, though, Primula was much nicer than the city. Cleaner. Not as loud. And the people, desite them being sickenly so, was nice. He would have enjoyed nice, if he just hadn't been through the shit he had been through. Although he might enjoy it even more because of it. He wasn't sure, nor did he care to find out. He wasn't planning on staying here longer than he had to. Her teasing certainly didn't help to his need to remove himself from this place. It was like a game of cat and mouse, even though she was more of the cat and he was more of the dog, which didn't even take part in that story. It wasn't until she called him a big bad wolf that he lost it. Quickly he released his hand from her hair, turned around and found the nearest light post. With his pent up fury he put his weight into his foot and kicked savagely into it, cutting it straight off. His anger immediately released the worst of it, and he had to sigh. That was going to make the townspeople confused by tomorrow morning. By then he'd hopefully be gone, however. He straightened up and looked over his shoulder to see if she was still there. He frowned at her, but didn't move. If she wasn't planning on running, he wasn't planning on using excess energy on her. TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 15:04:18 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
When he ripped on her hair, Carrigan was more upset that instinct made her loose face han she was from the pain. If anything she was pleased - that sounded incredibly messed up, but it simply meant that Carrigan was winning. He was loosing his composure. He almost always did.
Instinct had her cringe, and her hand by her side clenched into a fist. She still had the switchblade in her pocket.
When he finally moved away, after some more words that she tried to regard as empty threats, Carrigan gasped like a fish searching for air. She hated that. She hated how her body just chose to react without her permission. She didn't want the fright to begin with, but she would rather have suffocated than have so audibly reacted.
The lampost got the brunt of his anger, which Carrigan could deal with. Then Cassius turned and looked at her, and she smiled. The scar criss-crossed his face, warping the perfect symmetry, his flagrant attractiveness. He probably used that face for a lot, but now it wasn't perfect enough to fool the truly stupid. It could only fool someone like Carrigan, and she liked his face that way.
"I'm not," she sing-songed, answering her own question. She acted as if he hadn't said anything, and turned on her heel to walk a few steps down the street, knowing Cassius would tumble after her.
And if he didn't? Oh, that wasn't an option. He couldn't help but follow her. She couldn't escape from him and he couldn't escape from her. (That was the fate she was comfortable with.)
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Post by terra6 on Apr 27, 2013 15:26:21 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]It was like there had been some sort of melt-down at one point, where a part of Carrigan had grown into Cassius, and the other way around. Not in the way that they knew what the other one was thinking, but more so that both of them needed each other. Sure, Carrigan had ran away from him, but she had stayed in this town long enough for him to catch her. Just like the cat and mouse game. Maybe she liked to play with him because she knew he would always be there, and he didn't mind getting pissed off that much - in a sense - because she would always be there. " You're not?" he sneered. He loved the expressions he got out of her when he was lashing out at her, but he had to be careful unless he wanted to be cut again. In a way his scar on his face only proved that she wasn't apathetic about him, and that was all he was asking for. At least for now. Then she turned and started walking away from him. His immediate reaction was to start running after her again, like he had done so many times before, but she didn't look like she was in a hurry. He simply put his hands in his pockets and followed, like he always did. Still with a frown, however, he catched up to her easily. He had longer legs than her so it only made sense. "Where are you running off to now," he asked her once he was at her side. You little witch, if I find myself having to chase you again you will have hell to pay. Really, though. If he had to, he would not let a light post be the end of his anger. TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 15:35:31 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
She heard his footsteps behind her, following like the dutiful dog he was. Carrigan didn't him with a look in his direction.
"Where are you running off to now," He was beside her now, the way she liked it. Dependable Cassius, Cassius she had kissed, and would kiss again when she had her way. Just a bit more pushing, and then she herself would break. She sighed loudly, and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I already told you," she said with a patronizing tone, "I'm not running."
She would still be in this town when they both woke up tomorrow, and she would probably just try to be with him from this point on. Of course, that was just at this point. Things were sure to happen and change the course of her life. And Cassius could always decide he'd had enough and put her head in the guillotine to pay for her actions.
Carrigan would let him, at this point in time. But things always changed and then you didn't know where life you take you, then.
"Where are you following me to?" she questioned instead, still a little patronizing. Her footfalls were slow and light, deliberate. She walked with the air of knowing where she was going, even though she didn't quite care where she ended up.
Carrigan didn't let her eyes drift to him, not once. She looked ahead.
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Post by terra6 on Apr 27, 2013 16:11:22 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]He found it odd she didn't look at him. Not even when he spoke to her. She didn't always look at him, perhaps out of pride or some weak shit like that, but he liked it when people looked at him when they were talking. It was just common sense, although he didn't have a lot of that in him. "Looks like running to me," he scoffed, looking away from Carrigan as a sort of 'I can do that too'. He didn't know where she was going, though, and he didn't like it. He was going to follow her, sure, because he would be damned if he didn't stay with her until he got his money, but he liked knowing where he was going off to. That was also why her next question surprised him. "How the hell would I know?" he spit out. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't just knock her out and carry her by himself back to the city, but then what? If he brought her back to the mobsters he probably wouldn't see her again, and if he didn't he would probably never get his money, which he in turn needed so that he himself didn't get offed by the mobsters. His life was fucking hell. And it was her fault. "I'll go wherever you go until I get my money." And she knew that too. She knew that he was following her because he needed her to pay up what she owed him, but there was possibly another reason why he was following her. They had, after all, been playing for a long time. Not just cat and mouse, but more .. passionately. It was mostly out of frustration on his side, but perhaps it had turned into something more? He didn't really like thinking about it, because in the beginning she had just been a client of his, and now he needed her in his life. He needed her to push him over the edge, just like she wanted. "I want my money, you know," he said, stopping and grabbing her arm roughly to hold her back. "And no matter where you go, that's always gonna be the case." TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 16:55:18 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
She ignored his comments about running, letting the subject die in the thickness of the night. "I don't know where we're going, either," her voice was candid.
To her chagrin, his comments comments about money started to get on her nerves. Money, money, money. Is that all he cared about? What about his ego? Was he just pushed here by his employers? Money wasn't the right motivation for his anger. It didnt make sense.
Carrigan felt exasperated..
She'd just be honest with him she guessed. When he grabbed her arm, Carrigen got closer. Cassius was a bit taller than her, but she was wearing spiky, healed boots. She smiled deviously, tilted her head like she was going to kiss him, and she fingered his scar. It was puckered and raised, and Carrigan felt a swell of sick pride.
"Just money, eh?" Her lips were just a hair away from his, and his breath billowed hot on tongue. "What about this beauty?"
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Post by terra6 on Apr 27, 2013 17:21:08 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]She didn't know where she was going? Then why the fuck was she acting so sure of herself? What was wrong with her? And what was wrong with him, so much that he was practically wiggling his tail at her. Fuuuck. He needed to stop tapping into these kinds of feelings, but they were alone and it was night, which was the best time apparently for him to start debating his whole existence. "Well then fuck. 'Guess we're going nowhere." Then suddenly she was standing real close to him, so close he could feel her breath on his skin. He was only wearing a t-shirt, because the weather had been too warm for anything else. He had been relatively calm for the time being, until she placed her finger on his scar. The very same scar that she had given him. He flinched at the sudden touch, but didn't move. He only frowned and looked down upon her face, which was inches away from his own. Fuuck, he wanted to lose control. He wanted to let loose and pin her against a wall, limit her movements and have his way with her like he had done before when she had pushed him over the edge. This time was different, however. This time he knew that if she poked him enough so he overflowed, she would get away again, and he didn't want that. He wanted her, all the way. He didn't want a flighty one-nighter like all the other girls he had had contact with. And history showed she wouldn't give him money if he did what she wanted him to, even though he did really want to as well. So much. It pained him, and it made him groan. He wanted her, but he didn't want to give in to her at the same time. What a fucking dilemma he had on his hands right now. But then again, she was so close, so why the hell not? "So what if I did?" he asked rhetorically, practically sneering at her. "So what if I fucking did?" Having gone over it too many times in his head, the gentle touches to his scar finally pulled him over. He thought screw it, he could always chase her to wherever she went next. She had that power over him. Her hot breath on his skin sending all kinds of feelings down his body to certain places, Cassius let out a growl before he took his free hand, placed it behind her head and pushed it roughly against his, clashing their lips together. TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 27, 2013 18:27:42 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
Carrigan didn't understand what love was.
She had never seen those movies with sweet eyes and happily-ever-after's, fairy tale endings or even just wholesome kisses. She didn't read books with real dedication, she didn't know that there was a pristine idea of love. She didn't know about growing old with someone, or that love ended in wedding vows and the pitter-patter of small feet, or going on dates and holding hands in the grocery store.
Love for her was this; Cassius spitting, threatening, sneering. It was the way her heart threatened to jump out of her body, beat it's little fists on her ribcage, ba-dum, ba-dum, let me out. Love was violent in her body and in her brain. It wasn't butterfly wings or rose petals. It was bone on asphalt, it was punching someone's teeth out.
The greatest love note she ever gave him was the hurt on his face, the way his skin didn't know what to do with itself and instead crashed, like two crested waves.
With her switchblade, with her fright, she called him her's. Cassius would look in the mirror and think about her, think about all the times she bounded from his grip with something sinister in hand. A secret smile just for himself. Did he even know how much she used him? She used him for her own fun and he used her back. Carrigan loved feeling used by him, not because she was sick, or twisted. Because that's what she thought love was.
He didn't love her though; she wasn't stupid enough to think he did.
She welcomed his questions, the ones she didn't understand, like a prophet hearing from their god. She blinked at his face like he was the sun, her open mouth was baited on his every word before he smashed his lips against her's.
Their faces were like asteroids colliding.
His rough manner was her idea of a gentle caress; she didn't know much else. She melted against him just how he wanted her to and all at once it was his game. Cassius probably thought he was giving in, but Carrigan was loosing. Now he had control of her but she didn't care because his hellish kiss was her heaven.
She pushed back for a moment before the kiss was over, drove her spirit into him to see if he would hold it for her. When she caught her breath, Carrigan wrapped her arms around Cassius' middle and let her head fall on his chest. He could push her away in disgust or hold her like a life vest. "The city was boring without me, that's why you chased me."
She picked her head up and kissed him again, one of his hands still tight on her arm and the other tangled in her hair.
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Post by terra6 on Apr 28, 2013 8:54:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]Oh how he had wanted to do this. How much he had really eagered for it since the last time, which felt like years ago. The woman currently locked on his lips was the most beautiful goddess on earth to him, and she knew it all too well. Goddamnit. Why did he have to be so predictable? So yielding to her every whim. Carrigan responded to his kiss, as he knew she would. The embrace she surrendered to him felt all too overwhelming, and his hand that caressed her head now clenched a handful of hair as he pulled it back again and began kissing her down her neck. This was all that he knew. The intimate game of cat and mouse, the game that initially wouldn't have turned into this kind of play if none of them didn't have some sort of feelings for the other. His lips encased at her jawline and continued further down her neck, his tongue whirling over her delicate skin. When he heard her catch her breath, his mind took over his lust and he paused for a second. Then he could feel her wrap her arms around him, and all rationality rushed back to him. Damnit, why was he giving in to her? Why was he letting her evade him like all the times before? Hadn't he chased her there because he wanted an end to it? When she spoke, he only dropped his head to her shoulder, breathing heavily at her exposed skin. It wasn't true that the city was boring without her. It wasn't true at all. The reason was more that without her he couldn't cope with the usual stress of it all. He didn't have an outlet for his anger. At least an outlet that fought back. When she kissed him again, he pushed her away, breaking the already sealed kiss. The warmth of her body against his was removed, and while he felt some regret for letting the better of him take over, he also felt relieved. Whenever she was close to him, whenever he could feel her body and the heat that emanated from her he could never keep himself under control. Just like the times she poked fun at him from afar. " Fuck." He reached up with one of his hands to ruffle through his own hair and evaded her gaze. It wasn't that he didn't like the more intimate moments he shared with Carrigan, but he wasn't there to kiss her. He wasn't there to touch her. He was there to claim her debt to him, so he could go back to the city. Then again, if he left her behind he would still have the problem of needing her at hand. What the hell was he going to do? "What do you want from me?" he finally growled at her. "What am I supposed to do, huh? You won't give me my money, and I can't go back without you. What the hell do you want?!" TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 28, 2013 9:51:00 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
It was exactly what she expected. Cassius was always predictable.
He pulled away, pushed her back. It was stupid of her to even imagine another route that could be taken. It was wishful thinking on her part. "What do you want from me?" Oh, just everything. His flesh and blood, his deepest thoughts and knowledge of every whim he'd had and would have.
"What am I supposed to do, huh? You won't give me my money, and I can't go back without you. What the hell do you want?!" Carrigan sighed heavily, and rolled her eyes. "What am I supposed to do, huh? You won't give me my money, and I can't go back without you. What the hell do you want?!" she made faces when she spoke and warped her voice, clearly and blatantly mocking him, like a toddler.
After her mocking debacle, she slowly closed her eyes and crossed her arms. "If it's the money, it's no problem -" she waved one hand in the air "I'm absolutely made of money, and since I only have the hots for you, there's no one to spend it on!" She finally opened her eyes and laughed like a cackling crow.
"And then drugs are out, too. So what am I supposed to do with all that cash?" She placed an index finger on her chin, looked up thoughtfully. "Oh wait - I lost it all. Right, because I don't give a shit about it!" She laughed again, but braced for his violence.
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Post by terra6 on Apr 28, 2013 10:23:44 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;]He was sure that if anyone heard them, screaming at each other like they were, the police would be involved sooner or later. Given that this town even had a police. Cassius was reckless, but he didn't want to take that chance. Her mockery was really getting on his nerve, and with his blood already boiling from their previous heated embrace, the blonde haired twenty-nine year old threw his wrist at her throat with enough force to bend her knees and put her to the ground. He bared his teeth at her, twisting his head in resolvement, as he kept his hand wrapped around her throat and pinning her to the ground. He didn't even care if they were lying in the dirt, he just wanted to shurt her up. The grip on her throat was tight enough to make her gasp for air, but he only had one hand so she didn't faint from the lack of it. He was stronger than her, so much stronger than her, and in some ways that was the only thing he had against her. "Say that again, bitch," he growled through gritted teeth. It was impossible for her to speak right now, though. "Don't you fucking dare say you lost my money. The money I need to keep myself fucking alive." He straddled her and straightened his back as much as he could, while looking down at her. He had given in to her, but he was still in control. He was always in control, although his outbursts of anger probably didn't always seem like it. He was in control, however, which was why he didn't need treatment for it. Watching her struggle for air excited him, and soon enough he was bending down, initiating the very same embrace he had done moments ago. He couldn't escape it. This time was a little rougher, however, as he pressed his lips forcefully against hers. Probing her mouth with his tongue, he caught her lip between his teeth and bit down hard. Hard enough to penetrate the wet casing, and soon enough had him tasting iron. TAGS: carrrrrrigan
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Post by carrigan on Apr 28, 2013 10:45:51 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] You'll never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me
He'd leave bruises around her neck, his love note to match her scar. A thick necklace, an ornate one of yellows and blues and a pendant of purple. The segments of his fingers would be pearls with small breaks, and Carrigan could show the gift off for a week, maybe. Not that there was anyone to see it.
It's the thought that counts.
Can't lose something you never had, Carrigan thought. The money was pointless - it held no value to her. All the money in the world was nothing to Carrigan. She didn't even mind starving, didn't mind that her leather jacket had worn through in some places. It was all relative and she didn't care. Sometimes she had the strongest survival instinct, and sometimes she was too reckless for words.
When he kissed her, his grip loosened a bit. Not enough to release her, but enough for a burst of oxygen that she sucked from his lungs. The new air lit up her body and she saw stars, she felt dizzy.
She kissed bloody leather and she choked on her own spit. When Cassius pulled back, just slightly, Carrigan welled the saliva and blood in her mouth before spitting at his face. Spit and blood lodged at his scar, and she smiled up at him, all pomp and red teeth.
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