I don't hit people.
-Doesn't seem to understand that conversations shouldn't be held while three inches apart from the other person-
-Sandra climbs up beside Eires, putting a leg over them and straddling them-
... You know I want this. But I need to be sure I gave you every chance to back out. So... speak now, if ever. I'll love you all the same.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Scrunches her nose up as she's pushed back-
Sorry...
-She holds the kiss, hand gently rubbing at the back of their head-
-She breaks off-
I love you.
-Then she bites down hard on their neck, sucking-
edited 28th Aug '17 3:05:45 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Like...rain.
-This isn't anything like how she normally does it-
-Eires quickly feels woozy, disoriented-
-Aware of what's happening, but barely able to parse it or respond-
-The pain from the bite is gone, now it just feels... colder...-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The coldness somehow felt warm in a welcoming way-
-Stars filled their blurred and dimming vision-
-Breathing was hard-
-Thinking was hard-
-Much easier just to... stop-
I like rain. Rain on the grass, rain on the dirt. Makes it all smell good.
edited 28th Aug '17 3:21:25 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Um...
-Thinking to herself-
... Yes. Yes, metal smells nice. It smells.. tangy.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I don't know these things...
There was a lot of rust where I was kept. It was always leaky.
Morgo would hold me and tell me it was rain. I believed her because I was stupid back then, this was before I became smart like I am now. But I know we were on a spaceship.
-She's hugging at herself, longingly-
You smell like that.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Eires had always heard that their life would flash before their eyes.
That was a lie.
Their life came in scenes dragged out, eventual, coming and going like molasses in january, viewed through a haze. Waiting for the door to open late at night, TV casting a cool glow on the room. Going to and from school, day after day. The principal's office, more times than once. Taking the bus all the time, everywhere. Sev. The thought of new shoes and the thrill of getting them. Late nights and more than one stern police officer. Latin. Art. The new dorm.
The Suits.
The First Night, more than a year ago. The Terror of Eastside. Collossus reigning above the school before the mayor destroyed it himself. The FIO OBCISUS holding silent sentry over the apartments night after night. Autocannons and missiles streaking over the city between silver sentinels as tall as the buildings around them.
The Fall and the Room.
...Well, we all know the rest.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Sandra didn't stop until there was nothing left-
-She pulled back, wiping at her mouth, looking at the body of her lover-
-Cold and pale-
-Some of the blood splattered on them both, and on the tarp-
-It fascinated her, in some sick way, to see them like this-
-To see this process from the other side-
-It wouldn't be long, now-
-She lay beside them, an arm and leg wrapped around them-
I'll be here, when you wake...
She was. Now she's a dead person I know.
edited 28th Aug '17 3:51:39 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'm sorry too! I'm glad we have that in common.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sandra clung on, whispering little calming words, though she was certain Eires couldn't hear her-
What did you mean?
edited 28th Aug '17 4:03:01 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Homura: ...are you hitting on me, Ms. Gracia? (Seems like someone neglected to turn the social politeness filter on)
edited 28th Aug '17 3:00:23 AM by megarockman
The damned queen and the relentless knight.