“ What the hell is your problem?” He roared, his arms barely capturing her own, stopping them from colliding into him, again.
“ Right now, you are.” Her voice held no emotion, as she attacked again.
“ Were you trained to be like this, or, are you just a natural bitch?” He could have sworn red had invaded her eyes at his consistent insults, as her legs wrapped around his own, causing him to fall onto his back, with her, right above him, a groan escaping her sinful lips at his heavy weight.
“ Verbal offence is an indication of weakness, fear of failure, and approaching surrender.” She smirked proudly, her hand holding his neck to the ground.
“ Don’t you feel the least bit guilty, when you look someone in the eye, before slitting their throats?”
“ Feeling is for the weak.”
“ So you don’t feel anything, at all?”
His words were choked, his sight blurring with the lack of oxygen, but he could still see her, as clear as day.
“ No.”
“ How do you know you’re alive then?”
She rolled her eyes at that, but he could tell he was under her skin.
He had to be.
Because she had clawed herself under his.
“ Does this psychological shit normally work?”
“ Yeah, most of the times.”
“ Pathetic.”
But suddenly, he twirled her around, in one swift move, bringing his body to tower her own, as he pinned her to the ground, as aggressively as he possibly could, without bringing physical damage upon her.
He thought she was too beautiful to be wounded.
“ Don’t you feel happy, or sad, or angry, or in love?”
“ Fucking hell, I am quite pissed right now, but that’s pretty much it.”
" That's it?" It astonished him, that something as beautiful as she was, could be so void, so empty and blank.
" Are you going to fucking bore me to death, or actually make it a bit more exciting?"
She almost escaped his tight grasp, but he pinned her down harder, bringing his face closer to hers.
“ So you don’t feel this?”
And he brought his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly, yet, passionately.
And to his surprise, she kissed back.
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Rupture // h.s au
FanfictionRupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else...
