She was cautious. Wary. His eyes would've sharpened on her had they not been so dulled with pain as they were.
And then she was stupid. And she laughed at his comment about his child. He glared obsidian daggers at her, his jaw clenched tight. Sure, he might have said it as a ploy, an attempt to win over some sort of sympathy for his strange problem here. But it sure as hell didn't mean it wasn't the truth. He had a daughter. It didn't matter that she didn't really need him. She'd abandoned him, truthfully, preferred his enemy of her own father. She was still his and not a goddamn person would laugh at the mention of her.
Call him fiercely loyal.
And sure, maybe he looked a bit young to have kids. He probably was. He'd taken his mother the very moment he was of age, and that really wasn't that long ago. A couple years, maybe.
Did he say his?
He meant hers.
Finally, this girl approached him. So carefully, so cautious. He smirked at her wariness, pushing back the rage for now. Maybe she should be skeptical of him, but he wasn't getting much done lying prone here on the ground at her feet, now was he? She was going to help with that, though. And she did, eventually.
He tensed and waited for it, feeling the pressure so painfully tight on his skin. She rose, balanced herself so evenly, and he stared. Damn, she looked pretty good, though, really. Too bad she ignored his kiss comment, that could've been fun. Eh, it could still happen. But he was brought back again as she struck him. It took a few times but finally his skin ripped and the lip of bone was freed. He bit back a cry, groaning tight in his throat instead with tears stinging his eyes. Fuck, that hurt. But it was so much better than the pressure.
Blood spilled freely from the wound, and as always, he ignored it. He rolled to get his feet under him, his movements stiff. His legs trembled and he threw a glare at her, daring her to say a damn thing about it. He could still tear her apart if he wanted. But he turned instead, gave her the other side of him as he sank back to the ground again, braced to that goddamned tree again. He sighed.
Symmetrical, these armor plates. Where one grew, another mirrored it on the other side. Dammit.
How bout another go, beautiful? Maybe I can help you with something after, or something... His voice faded off into a mumble, not really sure what the hell he could possibly do for her. Unless she needed someone killed, maybe. Tracked down. Far better if she'd just do it without some sort of payment. That'd be great, yeah. Oh, or pleasure. He could pay in pleasure, for sure. She definitely wouldn't regret that.
He smiled sweetly at her and waited for her next attack.
Its alright, you'll be fine baby, I'm in control
Take the pain, Take the pleasure. I'm the master of both
