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Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 5, 2014 3:06:20 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
That was why he loved her!? Because of her pants!!?!! She was beside herself, unable to even dignify that with a response as she turned away and fought not to storm out into the freezing cold weather outside. The truth was, she was too tired to go out there, but she would never admit it. Much more content with fighting with her Reaver then actually stepping foot out into the snow just yet. The warmth of the fire making her that much more sleepy and that much more moody as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up.
Of course, that wasn't going to fly, not with her. Her struggles, however weak, given in the best effort she could to try and break free from his hold. Truth be known, she really wasn't all that anxious to get away, but she thought she was, as her mind was turbulent mess right that moment, filled with the tantrums of a six year old child and the obsessive mind of a full grown Overmind of Envy. He knew, and she knew on some level that he was playing with her simply because he enjoyed watching her when she was like this. True, had she been truly angry, things would be different...but they both knew, Gavin more than herself, that she was just fussy because she was tired and weak and hungry beyond all reason. Her body craving the flesh of humans to heal, to strengthen itself before she pumped any more toxic chemicals into her blood stream.
Turning to face him, at least partially, she growled even more at the way he raised his brow at her...as if he was questioning her! The sheer amount of indignity that the little Overmind felt was beyond measure and if she had half a mind to do so, she would have nailed his ass to the fucking ground like she had the last time they had had an explosive fight. But for now...she would not. She could do that later, or so she told herself, instead voices her opinion and pulling her finger back before he could nip at it, sure that if he did it would only make her that much more angry.
It was then that he began to question her and that...well that only proved to make things worse. Not because he was questioning her, or at least not entirely, but because she honestly could not think of another soul that she would feel the urge to give presents to on a regular basis. "Never you mind! Its none of your business! I..I..." She exhaled a heavy breath of frustration, her hand which once more clawed against his arm weakening a bit in its efforts as she shifted weakly within his grasp. "You...You don't like my presents so what do you care!? Huh!?" She nodded, her nose wrinkling up as he pressed that kiss to the end of it, jerking away as she softly batted at the air in front of her face as if that somehow would make the large, imposing Reaver disappear.
"Gavin!!" She growled, her lower lip jutting out just slightly as those blue eyes narrowed in on his...her hair now streaked through with black lines and her fangs apparent whenever she opened her little mouth to yell at him or to growl. However, whatever pouty-ness came, it was soon wiped away when he told her why it was he thought she was behaving like this. Her eyes widening with a whole new sense of injustice as she shoved her hand into his chest and poked at him through his shirt with one very sharp little nail.
"You take that back! You have not won anything! At least not anything but a week on the couch!" She growled, turning her head away, now refusing to look at him as she folded her arms over her chest more tightly and ceased struggling entirely. Exhaustion mounting, it was hardly a surprise...to him at least...that the tears began to fall. (Or at least, it shouldn't have been at this point.) A soft sniffle, trying so hard not to cry, even as the first of those warm drops made their way down her cheeks. Her lower lip quivering softly, she shifted just enough that she could better turn away from him. She hated to lose and to think that she had...right then...it broke her little heart into a million pieces. A soft sniffle, still fighting very hard not to cry because she knew that if she did, it would show him just how tired she truly was...But nothing she did was going to stop it. The tears came....as did the shattering of her blackened little soul.
Was she truly hurt? In a sense yes. Though it was more akin to a child who had just lost an argument rather than something that would leave a lasting impact upon the Kakai. She would be fine...eventually, but for now she was devastated beyond words. Her heart torn from her chest. Stomped on even! "Meanie..." She muttered in a shaky and somewhat defeated/exhausted tone. Those thick lashes fluttering, and for a moment growing heavy before she reminded herself that she was busy being distraught over his actions. He had hurt her. She couldn't just let that go. No matter how tired she was. The struggling resuming as she attempted to wiggle free...this time using her well learned skills of Gavin escapism to writhe free from his grasp and settle onto the floor before quickly turning and attempting to storm off before he could have time to catch her.
"Don't!" She snapped before he had time to get his hands on her, bypassing her jacket and making it to the door and throwing it open before a wall of exhaustion came slamming into her. Her knees growing weak as the blistering cold wind hit her, seeming to take with it the strength and adrenaline she had been running off of. Her small hand gripping the door as snow blew in across her form, sticking to her hair and the dress she currently wore. Yet, as always...she was far too stubborn for her own good and made it two more steps before she finally just collapsed to the ground, right outside the door and began to sob. The snow soaking into her clothes and once more proving to chill her to the bone, she didn't even try to move...she just buried her face in her hands and cried...Not because of him...but because she was so tired at this point she just didn't know what else to do...a fact that was made clear through that bond as any and all anger was slowly starting to dissolve itself from within.
"G-Gavin!" Her voice broken and shaky at best...no longer trying to escape him but instead lost on what to do without him there. A soft whimper as she waited for him, pulling on that bond with a surging need that only grew stronger the more the anger began to leave her. The little tiger that she was completely and utterly tuckered out and yet there was no denying that she would still fight sleep....if only because it was never in Envy to give in without doing so.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 5, 2014 21:27:49 GMT -4
Gavin felt her indignation and her attempts to struggle just so that he wouldn't think she was just giving in. It was cute how indignant she got, how she allowed herself to almost believe for a moment that his words of loving her because of her pants were true. Her actions fueled by her attempts to be indignant which was in turn fueled by her being tired. As she struggled against his grip and fought him he struggled not to grin, wanting to, being amused and finding all of this to be cute but he fought against that urge, knowing that she knew how amused he was, but if he let on with that grin right now, well maybe this would stop being cute and she might actually get angry. Not likely, but he preferred this being lighthearted.
Though when it came to the discussion of the presents he just couldn't help himself with the grin. Her words making him chuckle softly, knowing that despite her efforts to think of someone there really was no one else that would get her presents. Smiling and nuzzling into her as she clawed at his arm getting weaker. But when she mentioned him not liking her presents, that was just a step too far. Speaking up his tone was a little firm because though he knew she could be irrational at times and at times he allowed that because it was just easier then fighting, there were certain lines that it was his job to draw, "Hey. I like your presents and you know that. That jacket? from you. That bracelet? You. The collar and cuffs? You. The shirt? You. I love your gifts and you know it."
His next words in jest, were just as displeasing to her, drawing his name from her lips as she glared at him. She was so damn hot with those black streaks entering her hair and those fangs becoming more pronounced. She had to have some idea of how hot that was when she became like this, her appearance and her poutyness? Deadly combination right there. Chuckling as she poked at him with that nail, not bothered by the fact that she had drawn blood, finding it all the more amusing actually. Fighting a chuckle as she mentioned him winning a week on the couch he would jut his lower lip out as if to pout, but he wasn't entirely sure if she say that as she was already turning away to show him her anger.
Though as she ceased her struggling he knew her mood was changing before it even did, pr before she showed any signs of it anyway. Knowing that she was just too exhausted to keep fighting the manner she had been, knowing that undoubtedly the tears were on their way. Of course he couldn't see her face, but he imagined that she was tearing up right now, feeling through that bond that her heart was starting to break, knowing that it was very probably that saying he had won and she had lost was just pushing it too far for as tired as she was. Feeling her heart breaking through that bond as she sniffled. Was she really hurt? Yes, but not truly so. It pulled on Gavin's heart strings but it wasn't something taht was actually going to tear at his fabric of being. Still though he would frown as she called him a meanie, hand reaching up to stroke her hair as he spoke in a softer tone of voice, "Envy..."
Before he could attempt to calm her though she would show just how hurt she was by struggling once more, this time wiggling free from his arms just as good as only she knew how to do. Stepping forward and reaching for her before she commanded him not to, well not exactly a command, but he knew well enough not to fight her on this, at least not yet. Standing still he'd watch her walk towards the door, without her jacket knowing that she had every intention of trying to go out into the storm. How far? Well he knew she likely intended to go home, but he also knew that she wouldn't get too far until she came back or called to him. So Gavin would just wait frowning as he saw that cold blast of air and snow hit her, struggling to keep from running to her right now.
Watching her as that stubbornness was clear in her steps, though only for two though. Feeling that anger disappear from her as her head went into her hands and she cried, not because she was hurt but she was just tired. Crying because she was overtired and didn't know what to do, but still believing that sleep was not the answer. So Gavin knew what he had to do when she finally called him over, he would have to convince her that it was. Waiting for her to call his name and tug on that bond, knowing and feeling now that she was so lost without him and now, he'd waste no time in running to her and scooping her up in his arms. Cradling her he would nuzzle into her softly as he spoke, "Let's get you by the fire and we'll take a nap together and you can snuggle up to me, how does that sound?"
As he carried her inside and shut the doors he knew that she would fight, probably, though maybe the idea of snuggling was appealing to her? It was doubtful that she wouldn't fight but it was worth a try he supposed. Regardless he'd carry her to the fire and lay down in front of it with her. His large back shielding her from any cold air that might be coming from the door as she got the full brunt of the warmth from the fire. Curling up around her he would hold her tightly in his arms, fingers stroking her hair softly before twirling his fingers around a few locks of her hair and then lowering to stroke her am softly, a method that he had learned years ago was a sure fire way to get her to calm down and sleep, not matter what kind of a mood she had been worked up into....
Whispering softly into her ear, "I love you Envy..."