BRIGADE
Brigade may never fully understand the way that he has inherited the worst of his parents.
He has his mother’s guards—her never-ending ability to hold others at bay—and his father’s temper. He is a collision of their wildest sides, their most feral instincts, the pieces of them that had never been refined. It leaves him reckless and angry, hungering constantly for a connection he instantly severs. It leaves him pushing others way as quickly as he can and yet yearning for them to stay, to just stay.
She manages to continue pushing forward and he remains as immovable as mountains.
His face is carved from granite, the red of his coat in stark contrast to the white that ribbons down his face. His wide jaw is set, stone-colored eyes hard as he pins his ears and looks down, finally pulling back his lips to reveal his teeth—blunt and flat and completely incapable of doing any true damage.
“Do you always do as you please?” his voice is hardened and she’s so close that he can practically feel the heat radiating off of her. There is something about the set of her jaw and the spark in her eye that makes him want to do something to wipe it away, to stop her from feeling so damn smug, so confident.
She is so close that the tension between them nearly crackles and he finally snaps.
Without thinking, he pushes back into her, teeth reaching out and nipping at the corner of her mouth. He barely manages to restrain himself as he drags her closer to him—nearly blind with the short amount of freedom he gives himself. He’s everywhere, heart thundering in his chest, reaching out and finding that she tastes as sweet and dangerous as she sounds. “Kensa,” he manages, and it’s barely audible between his gritted teeth, lips running down her face and sweeping underneath her jaw to the delicate flesh.
He pauses for a second, forehead pressing into her, breathing hard.
Swallowing, he pushes himself back, disheveled.
“It would be better if the only thing you got from me was hateful glares.”
It would be better for them both.
the world was on fire and no one could save me but you
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do
@[Kensa]