✪ Greyson ✪
You would have laughed if you had been there. The scene was set out before me just like it is in all the romantic drama movies; Ayre, biting her tongue in order to keep from crying, and Jett, his jaw set. I relished their expressions before making the two heartbroken lovers notice my appearance. "Well, well, well. Isn't this touching?" I leaned back casually against the pole holding up the opening of the tent, and crossed my arms triumphantly. "A moronic lovebird and his mate."
Jett's fists clenched, and he stood up stiffly, his eyes flashing at me. "I was just leaving," he practically growled before pushing past me out of the tent, making sure he got in an elbow to my ribs.
Amused, I let out a low chuckle. "My God, Jett, I can't even begin to describe the horrible pain I'm in right now. You really got me." You bastard. But what did it matter? He could go and cry himself into oblivion, I couldn't care less. What did matter now, though, was the task of turning Ayre back to me. As much as it repulsed me. With a deep breath, I disposed of the facade I had been so careful to keep up in the presence of the second Digit, who remained, stony, cross-legged on the ground.
Her eyes were smoldering lumps of coal, threatening to be put out by the water that was beginning to fill them, beginning to spill over the brims.
I licked my lips, then crouched down until my eyes were level with hers. Reaching out, I cupped her chin in my hand. "If you cry, I'm going to have to kill you. I mean that with the fondest intentions, of course." I could feel her teeth grind together suddenly, and I released my grip. "No need to be so dramatic."
"You lied to me," she spat at me suddenly, jumping up into a guarded stance, glowering down at me.
Pretending to dust my hands off on my jeans, I rose as well, and grasped both of her hands in mine as I inched my face close up to hers. "Oh but darling, you can't deny that you felt something. For me. Hm?" My eyes darted from her eyes to her nose, then rested on her lips. I could feel a smirk tugging at mine as Ayre gulped uncomfortably. "You just won't admit it, because you feel something for pretty little Digit number one out there, too." I clamped my hands tighter around the second Digit's, and brought my mouth as close as I could without touching hers. "But are you sure you still want that?" I breathed softly, before taking her.
I made sure to keep it gentle, persuasive. Slow. Real romantic stuff, you know. And she wasn't trying to stop me, I realized with triumph, and laughed against her lips. Following that, I got lost in the tangle of tongues and teeth for what felt like hours before I cut off the kiss.
Ayre's warm breath swept across my collarbone as she inclined her head, ashamed as she possibly could be. "I... No, I'm not sure. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I thought I did, but." Her pink tresses fell limp against her shoulder as she tilted her face up towards me.
Releasing my grip on her fingers, I held my hands out and shrugged. "Feel free to experiment as much as you need to, love."
With a mischievous grin, Ayre slid her hand behind my neck and yanked my mouth down to hers, nipping my bottom lip between her teeth.
Before I even had time to let my satisfaction set in, I gasped out in pain and surprise as I received a knee to my crotch. I was practically paralyzed, so therefor could do nothing to protect myself from that point on.
My head was twisted agonizingly to the side with the hand that had been resting on my neck, and the rest of the next couple of moments was full of a lot of slapping, kicking, and punching. Her thoughts were a mess of red hate.
I licked the corner of my mouth, tasting the iron tang of blood, then shook my head as Ayre glared down at me with contempt, her ugly pink ratnest of hair clinging to the sweat on her forehead.
"Nicely done."
A final kick to the ribs rendered me helpless. As much as I hated to admit defeat, I slumped to the ground and let the girl stalk out of the tent without so much as a glance behind me.
A few seconds passed before a frustrated screech echoed out from the forest, scattering the ravens. I relished the sound for a while before I hoisted myself up from my pathetic heap on the floor of the tent. There were other things I needed to take care of.
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Juliet remained in the same place I had left her, but could have no doubt released herself by now. She must have had the same thought on her mind; I needed to get rid of her, she knew more than I had planned.
As if I were simply a nuisance, her eyes flickered over in my direction, lids lowered with boredom. "I see you've been busy lately," she declared bluntly, before shrugging out of her bonds. Rising to her full height, she looked down her nose at me. "But you must know that I don't take kindly to people who kidnap and torture my allies."
Furrowing my eyebrows, I glared at her with the same amount of disgust. "And you, of all people, should know by now that I don't take kindly to people who decide to throw a monkey wrench into my plans." I casually drew out the pocketknife that I kept in the back jeans of my pocket, and slid the jagged edge against my thumb, sharp enough to draw blood. "So I guess I get to have the pleasure of killing you now." I smiled smugly, and licked the crimson drops of blood off of the tip of my finger before becoming more serious. "Are you going to just stand there then, or are you actually going to provide a bit of a challenge for me?"
Juliet, for the first time in her life, smirked at me.
