[ There was little about the act of taking a bullet, being at risk that felt brave or earned. She couldn't die. No matter the means, death was a truth she'd never understand. It was difficult to chew at times, that a finish line continued to allude her. Life was not something measured, but full of moments that come and go – ones that remain. However... in all her years, she's forgetful. Moments are what keeps her tethered to a mortal realm, a feeling that she can continue on without madness consuming or drowning her.
Jason was one of those memories.
With her so close to him, it ignites feelings that she hasn't experienced in some time. A kind of attention that was beyond an accomplice, beyond a master of any kind. C.C. feels the skin raise on her forearms when he touches her and she huffs an air of annoyance when his lips take her neck. ]
We'll see.
[ He speaks so confidently, claims just as much so. C.C. can't help but squirm back into him, to arch her back when his fingertips squeeze onto her with no restraint. The way he speaks shifts the dynamic, from some boy trying to play games he shouldn't to a man who sought something clearly. There's no grey area when his lips find her cheek and she tilts her neck just enough for their gaze to meet. Lips inches away, her fingertips move to hold onto the side of his neck softly. ]
I would think your appetite would be far... far more different without me...
[ Hazy, hushed words were all she speaks – invitation to what his appetite may consist of now lingering right there. And no, it wasn't pizza. ]
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Jason was one of those memories.
With her so close to him, it ignites feelings that she hasn't experienced in some time. A kind of attention that was beyond an accomplice, beyond a master of any kind. C.C. feels the skin raise on her forearms when he touches her and she huffs an air of annoyance when his lips take her neck. ]
We'll see.
[ He speaks so confidently, claims just as much so. C.C. can't help but squirm back into him, to arch her back when his fingertips squeeze onto her with no restraint. The way he speaks shifts the dynamic, from some boy trying to play games he shouldn't to a man who sought something clearly. There's no grey area when his lips find her cheek and she tilts her neck just enough for their gaze to meet. Lips inches away, her fingertips move to hold onto the side of his neck softly. ]
I would think your appetite would be far... far more different without me...
[ Hazy, hushed words were all she speaks – invitation to what his appetite may consist of now lingering right there. And no, it wasn't pizza. ]