Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 22:29:30 GMT -5
“It.. hurts.” She hissed. Something in her was fighting back desperately. How irritating it was to be so close to what seemed to be a satisfying kill only for your body to stop you. She felt herself wanting to. She could move, she could walk and she could talk. Yet, she found herself unable to take his life. Her fingers twitched and she writhed momentarily before taking another step back. The pain that radiated through her body would subsided momentarily and slowly, Rin would fully stand up, watching him.. debating on how to approach this interesting pair.
“Rin..? Me?” She nearly choked before rancorous laughter filled the air? “You’re sorry?” And it grew louder and louder. How stupid! How silly he was! Sorry. I’m so sorry, Rin, he says. If I was stronger, he says. Oh, she could just die from laughter right here! If only he knew how she felt! Her fingers raked through her hair and she looked at him with an amused expression and she stared at him as the laughter slowly died down. She walked to him, eyes narrowing. There was that pain again as she got closer but she could fight it so long as she wasn’t making an attempt on his life.
“I’m glad you’re weak.” She said as she moved closer. “Tch.” She sneered, looking off to the side. There were a few memories here and there scattered throughout her mind. Though the ones that stood out most to Rin in her current state were the ones where she felt heartbreak and pain of the highest caliber. My, oh my~! How could explain this one?! How could she explain to this foolish man that he should be anything but sorry..? Maybe she could do it in the worst way possible? Maybe she could make him hurt? She couldn’t do it physically it seemed. Why not a different angle? “I’m glad I was alone.” She moved around him and propped her hand on his shoulder. “You should’ve seen the things I’ve done just to find you..” It brought a smile to this woman’s face as she rubbed salt in his wounds.
The monster spoke, her fingers traced around his neck as she thought of ways she could kill and the moment the idea of hurting him physically came into mind, her fingers twitched in pain and if Ranth looked at her face, for a brief second, there was a flicker of conflict in her face. Something she would quickly shrug off. “I don’t need saving.” And she tugged at the male’s robe, yanking him down just low enough where she would whispered in his ear. “I feel fucking amazing.”