She should have been more surprised to see him. More concerned that he was here, and had somehow picked her out of thousands of sweating and moving bodies that occupied the desert. But she wasn’t. He had a habit of showing up when she least expected; when she least wanted him to. This trip was to get her away from her problems, not leave her face to face with one.
Though, she only considered him a problem in that moment. Alone, and in the dark and covered in blood. Surrounded by people that didn’t give a shit about the two of them. He was acting different. She wasn’t sure she liked it. She didn’t hide her interest in the exposed plane of his stomach when he lifted his shirt. Didn’t have to. Didn’t mean anything was going to come of it.
Veronica hummed, noncommittally, in the face of his cocksure smirk. She figured he could hear it, even over the din of the ongoing festival, so she played disinterested as she let the half-spent cigarette fall from her fingers and into the dirt. Her sights drifted to the glowing ember buried in the sand and snuffed it out with the toe of her boot. “I have my own, thanks.”
He seemed to think that she was going to be another hors d'oeuvres on the festival blood tour he was sampling. Her brow furrowed. How dare he.
How dare he approach her like this. Like he was the one who decided when they stop pretending there wasn’t something between them. How dare he blow her off, and ignore her and tiptoe around her when it was inconvenient for him.
How dare. Complex thoughts were hard to form between the alcohol and the press of fangs behind his smirking lips.
Veronica allowed herself to be moved at the insistence of his tug on her shirt. She stepped closer, filling the small bit of space that had been between them. They had never tested his strength against her powers, but it was possible that she would not have been moved had she not wanted to be. “Yeah. That’s why I was here,” she replied, pointing out that she’d been having fun without him. Shorter without heels, she had to lift her face to look at him, though he'd lost interest in her face. It exposed the line of her throat, and presented her mouth as if it was his for the taking. She could smell him now, feel the stolen warmth radiating off of him. She swallowed hard; blood pumped in her ears in time with the music. She wondered if he could smell those other men on her.
“Is there something I can help you with, professor?”
Though, she only considered him a problem in that moment. Alone, and in the dark and covered in blood. Surrounded by people that didn’t give a shit about the two of them. He was acting different. She wasn’t sure she liked it. She didn’t hide her interest in the exposed plane of his stomach when he lifted his shirt. Didn’t have to. Didn’t mean anything was going to come of it.
Veronica hummed, noncommittally, in the face of his cocksure smirk. She figured he could hear it, even over the din of the ongoing festival, so she played disinterested as she let the half-spent cigarette fall from her fingers and into the dirt. Her sights drifted to the glowing ember buried in the sand and snuffed it out with the toe of her boot. “I have my own, thanks.”
He seemed to think that she was going to be another hors d'oeuvres on the festival blood tour he was sampling. Her brow furrowed. How dare he.
How dare he approach her like this. Like he was the one who decided when they stop pretending there wasn’t something between them. How dare he blow her off, and ignore her and tiptoe around her when it was inconvenient for him.
How dare. Complex thoughts were hard to form between the alcohol and the press of fangs behind his smirking lips.
Veronica allowed herself to be moved at the insistence of his tug on her shirt. She stepped closer, filling the small bit of space that had been between them. They had never tested his strength against her powers, but it was possible that she would not have been moved had she not wanted to be. “Yeah. That’s why I was here,” she replied, pointing out that she’d been having fun without him. Shorter without heels, she had to lift her face to look at him, though he'd lost interest in her face. It exposed the line of her throat, and presented her mouth as if it was his for the taking. She could smell him now, feel the stolen warmth radiating off of him. She swallowed hard; blood pumped in her ears in time with the music. She wondered if he could smell those other men on her.
“Is there something I can help you with, professor?”
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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