"Yes," her breath shaky, as if drawn with such truth that it would seek to tear her apart.
"Careful," he warned with a finger tip raised in her general direction. "Do not say this oath thoughtlessly, desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. Do you want this?"
"I do," urging gently, the blonde would stare at him without falter, without questioning her own will.
"Say it. Say it. Say it!" His insistence grew as he began whispering on a loop. "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-"
"Please." She finished the sentence with a beg to her tone, her blue/grey gaze resting on the man she had fallen in love with.
"Aww, god, you're so good," he whispered, taking a step back as she would turn to face him, lifting her arms wide as she leaned back against the air, only to fall back into the vat of chemicals.
He would turn his back and begin to walk away, only to falter in his steps. Groaning subtly, he would turn, ripping the jacket from his thin attire and diving into the same vat she had collapsed back into. As he searched underneath the thick substance in pursuit for his love, he would grab for her, raising her up from the shallows. Only then would his lips crash passionately against hers, the blue and pink fluids surrounding them combining to create a wonderful purple.
When awake, she stared, gasping for air. In the whirl of a heartbeat, she leaned up, smashing her mouth against his, her hands cupping at his skin as they kissed in a hot passion. Pulling back, he began to laugh wildly, smirking as his head fell backwards, embracing his wicked nature.
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