violenceofourgallows:

   ( a slender hand meets with his neck; lingering closer to his figure. )

           ❝Might. But what happens if you go all—— explosive?❞

       [ a lowly growl emits, fangs slowly protruding at the touch. ]

             " —- we’ll just have to wait and see, now won’t we.“

violenceofourgallows:

  ( there’s a lovely little laugh laced with the finest brand of malice. )

        ❝If you could do such a thing, love. I’ll be riding you next.❞

         [ and now he’s in front of her— this wouldn’t end well. ]

                        “ ———- I might need to prepare a saddle then.”

violenceofourgallows:

  ❝No, no. You see I’ll ride my high horse until it’s taken from me, baby.❞

                ( she takes languid steps toward the cosmic being. )

 “ ———- Oo, mon cher. Would you like me to take it from you?
                                             I definitely could—”

         [ his own step is taken, eyes locked with the concept.
                   who would jump first? that was the question. ]

violenceofourgallows:

              ❝Okay, dearie. Just tell me what the fuck you want.❞

   ( zero patience for anyone, or anything. this is why she doesn’t have friends. )

         "For you to get the fuck off of your high horse, for starters—“

                 [ if you didn’t know, he’s not one to give a fuck
                        especially when he’s a moment away from exploding. ]

violenceofourgallows:

     ( there’s a scoff, and she tosses the body off of her. )

       ❝I am really getting sick of your kind, sweetheart.❞

     [ eyes follow the body; not much care following through though. ]

              “ ——— I’d get sick of my kind too, don’t feel special.”

violenceofourgallows:

                 ( you’re clearly interrupting lunch, mister. )

           ❝Are you going to just stand there and stare, or?❞

            [ and he c l e a r l y doesn’t care. ]

       " —— I haven’t decided yet.“