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Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Jan 30, 2014 0:47:27 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
He fell silent as soon as those words left her lips and when he did, everything in her world stopped as well. As far as her mind was concerned, she was not somebody who had moved past the traumas of an abusive relationship, she was a woman who still very much lived in one. The state of her mind right then, was identical to the state of her mind after Gavin had spent hours raping and beating her into submission...after he had spent countless amounts of time and energy humiliating her and degrading her until she felt as bad as she had made him feel inside.
Six years, that was how long she had been on this Earth and that was how long, roughly, that he had beaten her and done all those horrible things to her in some effort to teach her what real shame and real regret were like. It was all she had known for so long. It was how, in a sense, she had been raised. Most of what she knew of this world came from Gavin and what he was able to teach her. Even to this day, when a question arose concerning the world around her or the people in it, his name was the first one to leave her lips. Hell, anything she didn't understand would have her calling out for him. She trusted him, and so when he had beaten her and told her that that was what love was like, she had believed him without question for so, so long.
Of course, her own sense had won out in the end, but it had taken five years to do it. By then, whatever lessons he wanted taught had already ingrained themselves into her mind. She had only thought that she was over them. She had only thought that she was stronger than those harsh lessons taught to her by her lover. She had even thought that she was capable of eradicating his words and his teachings from her mind. After all, people had told her the truth. Patience, Gregory, Pothos. They had all informed her of what real relationships were like, each one forming their own special kind of hate for Gavin in the process. She was informed. She had educated herself. There was no logical reason for her not to overcome the barriers in her mind and change her way of thinking.
It had been a delusion that she had happily and ignorantly indulged herself in. Of course, she had no idea that psychology worked that way. She had never thought to ask Gavin and to be honest, in some matters, Gavin did not give the best advice. (Not that the little pink haired monster would ever admit to such a thing or accept it as truth.) So when this event had happened with Thomas and his Reaver at the University, she had been totally unprepared for the havoc it would wreak upon her mind. But then, it is likely that nothing ever could have properly prepared her. Not after spending so much time being so sure that she was capable of handling anything. The rape, the torture, when it had started she had sworn that she would be fine that she would get through it like she had all the other times. She had never thought, in her wildest dreams, that she would accidentally summon him there.
She did though, and from that moment on, her mind had split into two parts. The part of her that wanted to believe she was okay, that she was not still broken down by the things that Gavin had done and the part that was the fragile, timid and beaten little thing locked away in a cage and pleading with him for his forgiveness. It was a mess inside of her mind and Envy had no idea how to straighten it out. All she knew was that she had done him wrong and that as a result...he had yet to forgive her, had yet to show any signs of being the least bit pleased with her actions that night. After all the hell he had put her through, trying to make her learn to think of him, to think of his feelings....she finally had and she had done it wrong.
She was worthless.
His arms closed around her as she felt him shift, whimpering as she began to slowly allow her eyes to close. She was tired all of a sudden, with the emotions that she had been holding back finally set free. It was like a burden had been lifted and now, all she wanted to do was sleep. It was nothing new though. The last time she had gone out on her own, she had sat down to take a breather and had passed out in the middle of the city for a good couple of hours. It was random and to be honest she had not put much thought into it. Instead, she put more thought into his efforts to move her, whimpering as he lifted her tiny frame and settled her into his lap, growling as his hand touched that jacket, fearful he meant to take it back.
Hunkering down inside of it, she curled up a bit tighter, only relaxing as his fingers began to soothingly comb through her hair. Her eyes once more drifting closed, she nuzzled into him as a soft and broken sigh parted her lips. Another attempt given to sleeping, and another attempt failed as he began to speak. Though unlike the time before, she did not protest, but instead laid there against him in absolute silence. He...He was proud of her? Her eyes fluttering open as she gripped the edges of that jacket tightly, little nails digging into the leather as she froze within his grasp. A part of her wanting to look up at him, but another part too scared to move. So for now, she simply sat there and listened, tears spilling once more as she fought back a whimper and tried so hard not to interrupt him.
Over and over he told her how proud he was of her, and then, like a wave of sweet, sweet relief...he told her, thank you. A soft hiccup-like sob given as her hand moved to cover her mouth and silence herself. She would hear him out, if only because that was what she had always done, but right then, she wanted nothing more than to blurt out everything she believed she had done wrong...hopeful that he may just forgive her. A chance that she got soon enough as he fell silent, his hand continuing to hold her against him and stroke her hair in a manner that only he knew how to do. A manner that made her feel safe and loved....wanted.
It was too much. In a flash, she managed to gather what strength she had left, shifting in his lap and throwing her arms about his neck as she buried her face into the side of such and sobbed uncontrollably. So much grief washed away with his words, and yet so much remained...but that shred of relief was more than she had believed she could ever hope for. "I am s-so sorry Gavin. I-I only...w-wanted to protect you...t-to think of y-you...before me. I j-just ...I couldn't lose you." Her tears flowing, she tightened her hold on him, terrified if she let him go, it would all go away and she would find herself once more lost in the dark. "I t-tried so h-hard, Gavin. I-I..just w-wanted to d-do something right...f-for once."
Finally, she would pull back just enough that her eyes could look into his own. Their usual vibrant blue a shade lighter now, duller and the redness was something that had been there long before she ever started crying. "I j-just...wanted...t-to make you proud of m-me.." She shook her head, her eyes lowering as she gave a broken down little laugh through her tears and buried her face into his shoulder once more, hugging and clinging to him tightly as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded just then. Just like she always had. Like she always would.
Post by Gavin Adams on Jan 30, 2014 3:18:45 GMT -4
She growled as his had touched that jacket wrapped so tightly around her, fearful that he might take it from her. Any other time it was an action that he would have found to be undeniably cute, but now, he just couldn't. Not with everything riding on his words. With the hopelessness and despair that flowed through her he knew that she was at the end of her rope and as such, he was at the end of his. Thought and effort put into his next actions and words, needing to make it better for her because without her, he was nothing, he knew that. Sure, he was an evil and vicious reaver, but without her he was just another dumb brute of a bastard. no one could ever care for him like she did, no one could ever make him feel like he wasn't all of those things that he had been told and learned to believe his whole life. Without her he was hated and rightly so, but none of that mattered to him, just so long as he had her and he could be a good reaver for her.
Feeling her nuzzle into him she would slowly try and go to sleep, her exhaustion apparent to him and while he would have been inclined to hold her there and allow her to sleep in his arms normally, he just had to say what he had to say. He needed to tell her that she was not bad, that she never had been and he wasn't punishing her for anything. He needed to show her that she was loved and wanted by him, completely.
Eyes looking down at her as he spoke he watched those tears flow from her eyes, uncertain if he was saying the right thing yet, but her lack of an increasing pain or depression told him that he wasn't saying the wrong things. No, he knew he, knew her better then that ironclad bond let on, he was certain, that he wasn't just not saying the wrong things, she may not even know it yet but he was saying the right things, the things she needed to hear. All of that becoming immediately evidenced by her wave of relief and that damnable cute hiccuped sob as she tried to cover her mouth. Feeling her need and her want to speak but he also felt her giving into hims soft strokes of her hair, something that he knew despite her occasional protests of him messing up her hair she loved without a shadow of a doubt. An action that he knew provided her with safety, love and comfort. That relief enough to the point that her first actions were not to say anything but to shift her self so that she might trow herself around him to sob uncontrollably into her neck. Continuing to stroke her hair as she did, rocking her softly, letting her know that he was here, and he wasn't going anywhere.
Had he fixed everything? He didn't need to have the bond that they did to tell you no, but he damn well knew enough to know that he had taken a step in the right direction. As she apologized to him he didn't move to argue with her he only only listened, feeling her grip tighten around him,feeling and understanding her fear that this would all go away if she let go, something he couldn't blame her for. Frowning as she told him that she wanted to do something right for once, those words a stab in his heart as he was reminded of all the times and all the years he had put her through hell just because she hurt him.
Though as she pulled away, those blue eyes looking into his own he would give her a weak smile, though it would waver when she spoke of just wanting him to be proud of her it would hold until she let out that broken little laugh before burying her face once more in her neck. As tightly as she held him he held her just as tight, giving her someone to hold onto, someone to lean on to. Waiting there for a long time, rocking her before whispering softly in her ear, "I've always been proud of you. And you've always done right by me."
Nodding as he stroked her hair, careful not to lie he would explain, "You hurt me yes, but you always came back, you always will come back."
Continuing to nod he'd nuzzle into her neck softly, "I know you couldn't lose me Envy, I understand why you did what you did and thank you for protecting me. Knowing you, who you are, you have no idea what it means to me..."
For a brief moment he paused, mid thought, allowing her to feel just how grateful he was, knowing that she'd understand what he meant. That he knew how selfish she was, with everyone else, how she thought of only herself first, except when it came to him. Even before her crowning sin he came before her. She had the chance to get away unharmed, if she let him die and she didn't, he hid none of the gratitude and love he felt from her actions back, "No one would have ever done that for me, and you Phthonus Envy Adams, who is selfish beyond all reason endured that for me, to save my life. You're the only person that's ever made me feel like I was worth anything."
Continuing to stroke her hair he paused for another moment. Silence filling the air between each thought leaving time for respite between each series of words filled with so much emotion, emotions that had been made all the heavier in the events of the past few months, "I... uh... My shame.... my regret.... You didn't make me feel that... It wasn't you making me be good, saving my life that made me feel that way. It was that I couldn't stop them. That I was too weak to. That those things happened to you because I couldn't save you. I failed you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let that happen to you and more importantly I'm sorry that I let you believe that I was punishing you, that I didn't forgive you, that I wasn't proud of you."
Now it was Gavin's turn to chuckle weakly, "I couldn't be more proud of the strength you showed that night, more grateful."
Gavin smiled and nuzzled into her, this time it was his turn to be a little submissive, "My pride of you, my love for you and your love for me... It's why I happily choose to serve you as my Queen, my Queen of Darkness."
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 3, 2014 20:47:40 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
The entire time that Gavin spoke, Envy laid there within his arms, curled up and trembling from the cold and the weakness that had settled into her over the past weeks. She was exhausted, and having given up on holding back all those emotions that she had been harboring inside, she had zero strength left. Even her body felt heavier against him, clear that if he were not there she would be nothing more than a small, quivering mess of a woman curled up on the icy stone floor below. She was just...done. She couldn't give anymore because everything she had to give, she had done so time and time again over the past year.
Yet there was relief in her emotions with each nuzzle and each word that he spoke, that overwhelming sense of being bad, of being horrible to him starting to ebb as she listened to him tell her how much he loved her and how grateful he was. More than that though, it was the words that told her how much he appreciated what she had done and that told her of his forgiveness that truly brought some sense of peace to the Overmind. She had spent months now, believing that he was angry with her....that he was punishing her. She had been so sure that he would never look at her the same way again, that she was damaged and nothing she did would ever be enough to make him see her in the same light that he once had. Now though, he was telling her that all of that was not true...or at least, most of it.
There was still a part of her that very much believed that in his eyes, she was still dirty. She believed, despite her best efforts not to, that she was ruined. They had done such horrible things to her, caused pain that she had never even known was possible and had tortured her to the point that for a solid week afterward, the burn marks had remained upon her flesh as well as between her legs. Hell, she had not even been able to make love to her Gavin for almost two weeks due to the things that they had done to her....both physically and mentally. How could he not see her as dirty...used...disgusting?
She whimpered, lowering her head and hiding her tiny frame within his jacket which was easily large enough to swallow her up. Fresh tears running down her cheeks, she said nothing but rather listened until the moment that he finally fell silent, sobbing into the inside of his jacket and weakly attempting to nuzzle into him, hopeful that maybe she could somehow stop being the dirty, disgusting and vile. Her young mind -considering technically she was only 6 years old- not able to understand that the way she felt was not how he felt, but rather how she felt about herself....nor could she understand how to make it go away, as she was not raised or equipped with the mental faculties to cope with this sort of...violation.
"I-I..." She spoke up, her accent heavier than usual, her voice shaky at best. "I am s-so d-dirty..." She got the words out, lifting her head just enough that her icy little nose was able to brush against the side of his neck. She had held it together for so long now, keeping the words at bay because she knew that he would only tell her they were not true. It was again, one of those things he did not really seem to realize she differed in...perhaps even that he forgot she was so young, so naive in so many ways. She didn't understand the things he said like a human would. She did not react the way a human would. She was nothing like a human...even in the moments she displayed human like emotions. In fact, Phthonus was not like other Overminds either. She was a tiny enigma...plain and simple.
"T-Today...w-was supposed to...to be good. I wasn't supposed to...to be...like this." She sobbed, curling up tighter as she shook within his grasp and buried her face into his neck. "...Not today...N-Not on the anniversary o-of my birth..." She felt so totally broken inside and nothing she did made it better. Not the tears. Not the endless hours spent in bed. Not the drugs. Yet she still tried...so desperate for some relief...while at the same time, she knew she was doing nothing but shaming herself more and more. "Father...must be s-so disappointed...s-so ashamed..." She shook her head, tears soaking into his shirt and running down his flesh. Some small part of her desperately trying to find something to pull her from the nightmare she was trapped within...her only possible salvation being the Reaver who's arms currently held her so, so tightly. Yet even then...she just didn't know anymore.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 3, 2014 22:55:41 GMT -4
Gavin felt her exhaustion as she laid there in his arms. It was so pervasive he felt like it emanated its own force throughout the room. He knew how hard these past few months had bee and how tired she was, not just because of the bond but because of his own exhaustion. While she had been hiding the depths of her emotions he had been doing everything that he could possibly think of to improve her mood, to bring her out of the depression she had been feeling, he hadn't felt exhausted, at least not as exhausted then because with her as hurt as she had been he had not been allowed to feel that. All he had to feel was the need to make her better. Now, with everything on the table, he couldn't help but feel that exhaustion hitting him all at once. Though it was only a momentary thing as he wrapped his arms around her all the more tightly as she nuzzled into him.
As he spoke though he felt some relief, relief that he had not felt from her in some time and well, it felt damn good and it made him happy to know that after weeks of misunderstanding what had been going on he could at least help her now. That feeling from her that he now knew to be because she felt that she had been bad lessening a bit Gavin would stroke her hair softly as he continued to speak ans she continued to nuzzle into him, still crying softly. That sense of peace coming over her beginning to assuage the feelings of failure that had come over him.
All the same though as he looked down at her, and felt through that bond, everything was not better, everything was not fixed. There was still a part of her that doubted, there was still a part of her that was still so very far from complete peace and belief in what he said. Watching her hide within his jacket and sob a bit harder. Gavin frowned softy and waited for her to speak as she slowly began, frowning all the more as those words came from her mouth. They were words that she had said before, maybe not phrased exactly that way, but ones that he had denied nonetheless. He had told her that it was not her fault, that he did not blame her and that she was still every bit as desirable to him. At the same time though Gavin knew that she did not always process things in a way that made much if any sense at all. She was not a human, never had been and would never thing like one, and Gavin knew that even for an overmind she was eccentric. So it really didn't surprise him that those words alone hadn't assuaged her feelings. What had, however, was how she had hidden the extent of that to him, or rather how he had missed this.
Gavin wanted to speak, initially to dismiss her claims, her feelings, but instead he remained silent. He knew that simply dismissing that at this point would do more hard then good so the answer he gave when he finally spoke would be something from the heart. But before he could say anything she would continue, once more drawing his undivided gaze and attention. Listening to her as she curled into his arms, tilting his head a bit into her as she nuzzled into him. Her words were surprising to say the least, on any other occasion he might have been much more excited they he was now, finally figuring out after all these years what exactly it was that she did during the first snow and why. It was apparent now that it was because it was her birthday. It made sense to Gavin, she had always followed signs other then the ones he had been used to for telling time and well it was natural he supposed for such a significant day of the year, he just had never known when her birthday was, much less that it was important to her. But the fact that she thought that her father wasn't going to be proud of her kept that ever present frown on Gavin's face as he shook his head and stroked her hair softly. Though he'd remain quiet for a moment more as he rocked her softly within his arms he'd speak quietly, "I'm proud of you my mate, not ashamed of you, You're my good little girl. And I know that your Father is proud of you too, or he never would have allowed the Ceremony that made me your mate."
Nodding he'd smile as he looked down at her and wiped a few of her tears away from her eyes, "I forgive you for what happened at the university my love. For making me watch and I thank you for saving me. You were my good little girl and I'm sure your Father's just as proud of you as I am this day. And next year he will be even more proud of you then he is now on your birthday...and mine."
Gavin had never told her when his birthday was, in fact he hadn't been altogether sure that it would have meant anything to her. Sure, if she thought that it had meant something to him she would have done something just to try and make him happy but the truth was the day never meant anything to him. Both of his parents made sure of that. If anything Gavin remembered his father beating him harder on his birthday stating if he was a year older then he was a year stronger. No, Gavin had never really cared for birthdays and they had never meant anything to him other then he was about to get beat harder. But if they meant this much to her, he supposed he should tell her.
"Happy Birthday my mate," Gavin smiled warmly, "I'm thankful your father made you for me as perfect now as you ever were."
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 4, 2014 17:31:04 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
His words of reassurance did wonders for the emotionally tattered and torn Overmind. A soft whimper given, though unlike the ones of despair this was one of exhaustion. She was so tired of holding it all back, of not telling him everything and being honest with him as she was so used to doing. It was stressful for her, keeping secrets from her Reaver as he was the one person she could and willingly shared pretty much everything with. (Save for her favorite cut of meat...that was iffy at best. But besides that!)
Her head nuzzling into him, she would bury her nose into his jacket, one of the ones she had stolen off of some human for him awhile back, breathing in his scent which now permeated the fabric and laid claim to it much like her own did the clothes that she stole for herself. Nothing made her happier than to see him actually making use of the things that she got for him,as in her mind he needed all of it. Even the most useless, trivial object in the world was something he had to have, her sin demanded it and so when he did wear them or use them in some way it made her feel that much better about herself and who she was.
However, as she was doing this, his words would give her pause. His birthday? Her brow furrowed as she lifted her head and looked up to him with a small amount of confusion. She had never really heard the term birthday, but given what she had just told him, she would venture a guess that it meant the anniversary of his birth. A hint of excitement bubbling up within her even though she was still quite exhausted and quite weak. Why had he never told her?! That emotional flux that she was so well known for taking hold as she scrambled out of his lap the second he had finished speaking. "You had never told me!" She scooted over to the jacket she had been wearing, grabbing it and pulling it across her lap as she sat down once more upon the stone floor.
She was tired, but for now that didn't matter. "These...birthdays...they are important to humans?" They had to be if they had a fancy name for them and everything. Which meant she had missed....one..two...three....Her eyes widened slightly. Six!? She had missed six of his birthdays!? A moment of shock before her brow furrowed and her lips pursed with displeasure. "Why didn't you tell me? If I had known humans cared for such matter I would have done something for--"
She paused, her mind clicking slowly into place before a little gasp would escape her. "Wait...Your birthday is my birthday!?" She felt that frustration with him rise even more and yet she fumbled with her jacket. Her mind working a million miles an hour now...wanting to know what humans did for these...birthdays and what it was that they gave one another. She knew that she offered something to her Father on her ...birthday...but she wasn't sure if it worked the same way. If it did, well then she was going to have a problem because she sure as hell wasn't going to be able to give gifts to Gavin's parents...and if she could, it would be nothing short of a knife to the base of the skull.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 4, 2014 19:31:09 GMT -4
Gavin allowed a smile to come over his face as she whimpered once more. Not because she was whimpering, but because the whimper she gave was one that was entirely different from the ones that she had given earlier. Her exhaustion evident, but he felt the relief hitting her in waves. It was something that drew a soft sigh of relief from him. He didn't like when she hid stuff from him, not because he needed to know everything but because she feared for him and often time it limited his ability, or perceived ability to protect her. And in the end? Protecting her was what he based his value on to a very large extent. He was glad she was feeling that relief and allowing him back in, allowing him to keep her safe.
Smiling as she nuzzled into his jacket and inhaled the scent of it. He really did love that jacket, it was a good one, though admittedly half of that was because she had given it to him. Her sin of of late now encompassing him, he had many things from her in the past year or so. All of which he kept and used quite frequently to let her knew that she gave good gifts. Did he really need everything that she got for him? The truth was an honest no, but that didn't keep him from using it at least once and keeping it just to keep her happy. Keeping her happy wasn't something that was a chore for him, but when he was happy when she was, keeping the trinkets that she collected him was a form of happiness in its own way.
As he mentioned the word birthday he felt her confusion, and to be honest he was a little surprised that she had never heard the term. He knew that she wasn't quite knowledgeable when it cane to human traditions but he had thought that she had heard the term at least once. His suspicions that she didn't know the term being confirmed as he saw it in her face that she was putting it together. Smiling and chuckling softly as her emotions shifted only to scramble and get her jacket as she sat upright to look at him.
That smile on his lips warming as she tried to work thins out in her mind, asking him if birthdays were important to humans, chuckling and nodding, "To some humans, yes."
Continuing to watch her work things out in her mind Gavin sat there for a moment, thoroughly amused. He very much enjoyed watching her when she puzzled over a problem, looking like she was thinking just so hard. Trying to come up with the answer to a question that many times not even Gavin could predict, though in this case he had a fairly good idea. Watching that look of displeasure crossing her face. Though Gavin often held back chuckles as she worked these things out, but when she came to the conclusion that his birthday came on the same day as hers he just couldn't help it, nodding softly he would say, "Today it is, though humans keep track of time a little differently. But yes love, it's on yours."
Smiling softly he would nod, noting her frustration, moving to stand and walk over to the fireplace as he kneeled down to slowly start building a fire. She was cold and it was his job after all, and now, with her not in his lap, even though he predicted a heated conversation was about to happen, he still had a job to do. Slowly lighting the thing he would explain in a neutral tone, "It's something that many humans find to be important. But they were never special to me. All that was notable about them was that it just meant that my Father could beat me harder."
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 4, 2014 20:32:38 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
Did she know that he thought she was cute when she got like this? Yes. But she also knew that she was rather hard to predict and that unlike normal people, her emotions changed more rapidly than the weather. One minute she could be sad, as she had been and then a single event or word could trigger a complete about-face from her. It was enough to make even the strongest of minds spiral out of control. Yet he managed. For all his self doubts concerning his intelligence, he was likely the only person that could truly handle her in the capacity that he did. She could never have found another Reaver that could come close to what he did for her, and that was just based off of her knowledge of the things that he did. There were still so many things that he did for her that she had absolutely no clue about. Like her clothes, and the way that he arranged things to make her happy without her ever quite catching on to what he was up to. Had she known, it was uncertain how she would react, at least at first..just like now...but in the end, it would always be the same. Love and adoration.
Her little hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket as she rummaged about for something, following him with her gaze as he spoke and moved toward the fire place. At first, she nodded, accepting what he said and making note of it. She may have read the word birthday somewhere a few times, but never the definition and never enough to know what it was referring to. Naturally, it made sense now as the term seemed rather self explanatory, but honestly...she had just never gotten it. That still did not answer the question as to why he had never told her, and when he informed her of the fact that humans told time differently, she would scoff softly.
"Yes, you record time with dates centralized around God's existence and yet you have none of the times correct. Its nothing but a bunch of gibberish." A single hand pulling free from her pocket as she waved it dismissively. She knew all about human time and yet she had never bothered to actually try and apply it to her life. It was nothing but stupidity wrapped up in a twelve month package. Months. Days. Pft. It was stupid. In fact, if you could not tell time by the position of the sun or the moon and you could not tell the time of year by the seasons, then you were not really worthy of still existing in this day and age...at least not as far as Envy was concerned.
Attention momentarily diverting as she rose to stand, delving her hand further into the pocket of her jacket as she attempted to recover the small trinket which she had found a couple weeks prior for him. She had yet to give it to him, and though the plan had been to do so in a few days, when they had their usual date night...she figured this was much more important. Her little fingers closing around probably the most appropriate gift ever just as those final words left his lips and froze her dead in her tracks.
Suddenly, the mood within the tiny Overmind changed once more and the shadows of the room began to shift with the anger that rose up within her. Now, it wasn't actual anger...but more like a child about to throw a tantrum. The only difference? When Envy threw a tantrum...people got hurt. A growl the only warning that she would give before her hand rose and a small board would fly across the room and into the center of his back...Not too hard, but hard enough to get his goddamn attention.
"Do I look like your Father!?" She stomped her foot, her tone clearly agitated as she demanded that he look at her. Her hand no clasping that gift in one hand, she let her jacket fall as she stood there amid an array of disheveled pink locks, that lower lip jutting out juuuust slightly. "Why would you keep this from me!? You know damn well how much I strive to give you all the normal things you lacked as a human being! Especially those that are a result of your past or of your offering yourself to my Father!" She growled once more, her arms folding over her chest as dark lines began to bleed into her hair and eyes...those little fangs once more making an appearance as the demon inside clawed its way to the surface. Though unlike most times, it was just a fussy little brat right now.
"Do you not like it when I give you things?! Is that why!? You don't like my presents do you!?!" She yelled, her voice echoing through the Necropolis as she gave a slight "hmph" and turned around, turning her back to him as she lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. She was angry, and she was proud...but she was also tired..and moody and extremely immature when it came to just the two of them alone as they were now. "I could always find another man to give gifts to you know?! Like..Like...Well I don't know! But I could!" She exhaled sharply, tucking her present away under her arm so he couldn't see...since clearly it was not good enough...At least, in her over dramatized sense of mind.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 4, 2014 22:30:23 GMT -4
Gavin could hear the rustling behind him as she sifted through her pockets for something. What it was? He had no clue, though at this point it mattered little to him. Right now all that mattered was getting the fire going because even though her mood had improved a bit, on the whole, she was still very cold and it always had been and would always remain his job to make the fire. So he continued to build it and watch it grow as he spoke and answered her questions. Chuckling a bit as she made mention of people getting the dates wrong he would argue it. Gavin didn't know and honestly he didn't care, all he really understood about the way that he had told time in the past was that BC meant before christ and AD meant After Death. Of course, it didn't actually mean that but that was beside the point, Gavin thought that it did and he wasn't ever likely to bring that up again and so those the bliss remained.
Suddenly, as he watched the fire dancing and growing before him, he felt a shift in the air. Everything changing about him as he felt the mild curiosity and frustration in her growing to a rage. Now, it was not a rage he was unfamiliar with, no it was not one he was afraid of either, the two biggest rages she had been in in recent memory trumping this several times over. Sure he might have been more fearful, more prone to go into a submissive posture, even at this, but to be honest after her having been laid up so long due to depression this was exciting, it made him happy to a small degree that she was able to get angry like this again. He kept this in check of course, as not to brush her off, or antagonize her further, but all the same it gave him comfort to have her getting angry at him. That board of wood hitting him in the back and drawing a smile as opposed to the normal whimper. The fact that she hit him and those following words drawing more of a feisty approach as a grin crossed his face and he turned his head over his shoulder remarking, "No, you're way more sexy then he is."
He knew he was likely to rile her up more, well, more likely to rile her up with that then to calm her down, but her mood had him rather more excitable so it didn't really matter much to him. Though as she continued to speak and he turned to face her, her words did have him frowning slightly and looking towards the ground. She did have a point, she did her best to give him all the experiences that he missed out on as a human due to his father and the world ending and all that. So why hadn't he mentioned his birthday? Well, it honestly wasn't because he was trying to hide anything from her. It was just that he knew that she did so much for him and he didn't want to tell her about another tradition he had missed out on, especially one that he didn't really care for to begin with. So in his eyes it wasn't really him neglecting to tell her so much as it was his just not remembering because it was the last thing on his mind because even after his father died birthdays had meant nothing to him.
As she growled though and that ability of hers began to transform her into more of that demonic figure that she was he would have to fight a grin. She was sexy as hell, but she wouldn't want to be dismissed right now, her anger very real and even though she was being more of a brat Gavin knew that it was often better just not to point that fact out. Sometimes the hill was just not one worth dying on, however when she made mention of him not liking her gifts, well now that was the kind of hill that you died on. Standing up now he would speak firmly, but softly, "Hey.."
Before he could continue though she would turn around and give that little "hmph" stiffening out as she attempted to fight him with her mood. Though this was the hill he was going to fight on, silently approaching her he would listen to her thread of her finding another man to give presents to, knowing that that was just a puff of hot air. No, that was something that she would never do. She may have slept with other men, but one thing that he knew that she never did was give them gifts. there was always that distinction made. She would and had accepted gifts from them but not in a million years would she ever give them out to anyone but him. Coming up behind her he would wrap his arms around her, pulling her back into him, nuzzling into the top of her head as he shushed her, "You know I love your gifts baby... and no, you couldn't find another man to give gifts to. You love me too much."
Twisting her back and forth he'd continue to nuzzle softly into her head, holding her tightly, lovingly
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 4, 2014 23:07:49 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
Everyone who knew Envy knew that she had different levels of angry. There was "I want to see the world burn" angry and then there was "I am going to kill you" angry...then...there was this. This..was more like "I need a nap but I don't want to so I am going to bitch at you instead."...and despite the childish nature of her argument, she would stick with it until the very end. She rarely admitted she was wrong...well, she never admitted she was wrong. Not on matters like this anyway. She was right...or you were dead. That was really the only two options that came to her mind in moments like this. However, it was more than that. She was in a foul mood due to the exhaustion she now suffered from and though she inhibited the body of an older woman and she behaved like one most of the time...that did not change the fact that she was six years old and sometimes, she just had to act like a six year old would.
Now, Satan forbid she ever did so in front of another person besides Gavin. She would sooner carve off her own right arm with a dull blade than ever let anyone see her like this...but again, it was something that just wasn't worth her time to admit. Gavin may have well chosen which hills to stand and fight on, to die on...but Envy made sure that ninety percent of the time, those hills turned into giant fucking mountains. He wasn't going to win anything easily, not even with her heart and soul fully belonging to him and only him. The day that happened she would plunge the knife into her chest herself.
His comment about her appearance versus that of his Father getting a rather nasty little scowl before a brick came hurdling out of nowhere, aimed directly at the back of his head. She stabbed him and cut him to ribbons each and every time they had sex...if there was one thing she knew, it was that Gavin could take a hit. These? These little bursts of TK used to hurl deadly objects at him? They were love taps and nothing more. Unlike some, her Reaver was not a whiny little bitch who lost his temper or cried when things just didn't go his way.
Still didn't mean she wasn't mad at him though!
"I was unaware that you had been comparing my appearance to that of your Father all this time." She scoffed, looking away as she held her ground and refused to budge even a tiny little bit. "Of course I am sexier..He could never pull of a pair of leather pants the way I do." She shrugged, feeling as though she won that round despite the argument being his own. That was of no real matter. The point was...she had taken it and proved her own damn point and he could just shut the fuck up about it. Of course, she knew he wouldn't...but she could pretend, if only for a moment.
By the time she had turned around, he had risen to stand. He was tempting her patience, his amusement clear within his emotions that resounded through that bond, even if they were not plastered upon his face. Was he dismissing her? No. She knew that. He took everything she said to heart and he knew that if he pushed to far she would have no problem going nuclear on his ass. In a fucking heartbeat! The fact that he came up behind her and scooped her up only proving to incite her all the more. She hated when he did that (not really) and when he nuzzled into her the way that he was doing (she loved it)...growling as her little hand shoved against his arms, tiny frame wriggling about within his grasp. "Gavin let me--"
His words cut her off and a sharp intake of breath would be given as she found herself utterly shocked that he would say such a horrible, horrible thing to her. Her nails, sharp as always, sinking into the flesh of his arm as the other arm stayed folded across her chest and her hand tucked beneath her arm. She refused to expose that gift now more than ever. He thought she couldn't!? She could! She soooo could! She just had to...Well if she....She knew plenty of men who...GAH! She growled even louder, jerking her head away with a sharp little "Ha!" given to both his words and his actions.
She knew, on some deeper level, that she couldn't get down. He wasn't going to let her and Envy didn't order him around unless she was in full blown rage mode. So, she compromised. Instead of fighting to get down, she wiggled just enough to turn within his grasp part way. She was not fully facing him, but she was angled just right, that a slender, tiny (by comparison to his) digit would jab itself into his face. "You...You don't know! I could! I...I could go out and find...Gah! You're just being a big jerk because youuuu fucked up and don't want to admit it!" Ha! Point proven! She gave a firm nod, jerking her finger back before he bit it...narrowing her eyes in warning as she was well aware that he liked to do things like that when he was playful and she was....not.
Envy would have never acted like this with anyone else here or around. She only acted in this manner with him and though some might find it annoying if they ever had to encounter it, Gavin only found it to be endearing. Sure, when she was throwing a temper tantrum there was some degree of pain to be expected, but as she knew Gavin didn't mind pain and well, her tantrums were just cute to begin with and deep down he was sure that she knew that and that probably kept them going on a little longer then they might have otherwise. Did he ever win, getting his point across when he did choose to "stand and fight" so to speak? Rarely, she tended to make those hill into mountains but to think that Gavin never won when she got like this? Well, that was just complete bogus, it didn't happen often, but then again Gavin knew better then to abuse his trump card.
He caught that scowl on her face when he tried to twist around that comment about him comparing her to his father. He could understand her logic now and it wasn't bad logic or even that big of a stretch of the imagination. He had just figured at the time that he should explain why birthdays had never really held much value to him. So when she got offended it seemed like a good idea to twist it around, that and well he just wanted to pick at her. That scowl almost had him chuckling too! At least.... until that brick hit the back of his head. That stopped him... for a few seconds.
Looking up at her as she spoke again he found that he was rather surprised by her words. To the point that he didn't even have an immediate comeback to them. Though by the time she made her comment about the leather pants there was nothing that he could do but to agree. Her movements of sass drawing grins from him as he took a moment to agree with her assertion, and then some... before teasing of course. "Nobody could pull off a pair of leather pants like you could. That's why I love you you know. You're ability to wear all those sexy outfits and not resemble my father in the least, appearance or otherwise."
As she turned away and he stood her felt her patience waning. He knew that soon he would have to make his mood, besides, the fire had grown enough anyway. But with her acting like this and after so long of her not, well, he just couldn't help but play a little bit more. Coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, smiling softly at her growl, not letting go even as he felt her trying to push him away, if anything holding on to her all the more tightly as she tried to tell him to let go.
Grinning as he felt her gasp at his words, feeling her offense, knowing that she was exhausted and rapidly approaching the point of going nuclear if he let this go on too much further or did something else. Silently deciding that it would be fun to risk it, to push it to the very end, hissing softly as she drove her nails into his arm, feeling the blood roll down his forearm and drip onto the ground. Loving her growls and her continued struggles in his arms, that little ha that she gave him, thinking that she had won, when in reality he was enjoying every moment of this. That grin on his face only growing wider as she struggled to turn and face him and put that finger in his face. His eyebrow arching as if to ask her if this was really the path that she wanted to go down, both of them fully knowing he was not above nipping at that finger if she kept it in front of his face too long. As she spoke he chuckled at her assertion that he was the one who had fucked up. Leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, "Find who hmmm? Who besides me is deserving of your complete love and affection?"
Her warning continuing to go unheeded as he kissed the tip of her nose lightly affectionate, but teasing all the same as were his next words., "Mmmm I think someone's just a little grumpy because she's tired and knows I won..."