there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen is disappointed that her barbs did not have the desired effect, that he did not rise to it and stake his claim on her as she wished to do with him. Had he not made a point, several times, that she was his? Why didn’t it bother him, the idea that she could wander off and find another? Her interest in finding someone else is feigned, a mild curiosity at best. Sometimes she does wonder if what she feels when she’s with Gale is because it is him, both past and present, or if it truly would not matter at all. But there is no real desire to feel someone else’s flesh against hers, not in this way. She considers asking him if he'd like to watch while someone coaxed reactions out of her that he couldn't, but Mazikeen is not confident he wouldn't find that entertaining.
It bothers her, the weight of how much she does not want him to find satisfaction elsewhere. It’s uncomfortably familiar, the sense that the intensity rolling within her is not also what’s inside him when she had thought their need for each other was matched. Unease doesn’t sit well inside her anymore and it fuels her wrath.
She shrugs off his kisses with that same feigned indifference, moving a little further away every time he tries to get close. His barb about Sabal earns a growl that turns into an icy laugh as she brushes it off, unconcerned. “You didn’t hurt Sabal.” Not like that, anyway. His command for Mazikeen to kick the kelpie out of Hyaline had done its own brand of hurt. “And I know that because she would’ve carved something from you I’m not sure would grow back.” Her burning eyes flick to the region she’s thinking of before returning back to his face, matching his smile.
“But there’s no need to beg, I will not stop you if that's what you want.” Her heart is racing now as something close to nerves rises up. She switches tactics for a brief moment, rubbing her muscled body against his shoulder before dancing away again - her red-orange eyes fixed on him now. Her humourless grin and the words that accompany it are filled with a dark fire that had not existed in Mazikeen before he changed her. “You’ll never get to have me again if you touch anyone else.” The way her voice softens and heats on the word touch leaves no doubt what she means. She will not share him, even if his intent is only to hurt the others he might take.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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