Post by vanair cyam norrettln on Aug 21, 2011 12:21:39 GMT -5
SHAKING OFF UNWANTED COMPANY
I need familiar eyes [/font][/color]
staring me down just one more time
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She drew herself closer, which was not what Vanair directly expected. He’d thought of the possibility that she’d continue playing this pointless game, just so she wouldn’t lose, but to go on for this long? Was there even purpose behind it any longer? He didn’t think so and Vanair wasn’t the type of man to do things that didn’t have purpose, but no. She’d had to push herself closer, trapping him in her hold like a rose caught in vines. He did have to admit, it felt pleasant; how their bodies melded together. No, pleasant wasn’t the right word, there was another. He didn’t quite know what to call it, but it wasn’t pleasant for the Fey knight nor was it comfortable any longer. He’d been trying to push her away, but the stubborn little princess had only closed the gap he’d tried to create, wrapping herself in him as if he’d openly invited her in. She’d said she wanted him because he was unobtainable, but there was really a point when she knew he was unobtainable? Nothing would change. He certainly knew this, he’d tried and been let down, so there was no longer a reason for change. He knew the woman only saw him as an object of her affection and normally, he’d let her do to him what she wished as a means of seeing her come and go, but he was tired now and he wanted her out and since he couldn’t exactly kick her out, he’d have to disappoint her.
Because he finally understood that the affection he was giving her was what she’d wanted all along. He should have known, he should have seen the signs, but his mind was elsewhere. How pointless it was becoming, he thought. Affection, desire. These were things that were meant to be shared between two individuals. There was no point to it if it was one-sided, there was no pleasure. If she felt pleasure from this, from the way he so cruelly was touching her, then she must have been more desperate than he imagined. Why was she so fascinated with him? She’d never shown a particular interest before. Then again, in those times, he’d been interested in her. “Something unobtainable.” Of course, that was why. It was like loving the enemy, something one could not possibly gain. He would agree with her mentality: things were more desirable when you could not have them. It was common sense. Even the mundanes felt it. They didn’t truly want each other, not for the reasons others might think and it was their true intentions that made the both of them incredibly dangerous.
Invasively, her tongue entered his mouth and she ought to know that he didn’t appreciate the gesture. He’d hoped to win this round, to win this game they’d both created, but it was growing old and uncontrollable fast. In a minute, he’d have desires, desires that a present Farren would wonderfully fulfill, but he couldn’t let it get that far. Not that he couldn’t, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to unfold like poorly crumpled paper in front of her. She already knew so much, too much about him; he’d already caved in more than once. Something that permanent, that intimate was not hers for the taking. He’d offered it to her once before, but she’d missed out.
If he didn’t sound pleased it was because he wasn’t. He felt her hands sliver down to his waist, lift the sweater in an attempt to throw it off and abandon it on the floor. Suddenly, he felt his own hands rush to stop hers and he held them towards the floor, officially breaking the kiss and pulling away. Fine, she’d won that round, but thankfully, a familiar small figure made itself known to him and he could swiftly blame it on the newcomer. He saw her smirk and this caused him to glare. Especially when he saw her blush oh-so innocently. But it was better this way, Sam didn’t have to know what was happening, how complicated their relationship really was. He was a child and Vanair had the decency to feel some responsibility, though Sam was not directly his. She smiled at Vanair, inquiring who the child was and he looked at Sam again, thinking of some way how to introduce him without putting “my responsibility” in the sentence because that would be a lie, though sometimes he felt the child was his.
He waved the boy inside, a gesture that it was all right to come in and that—frankly—he was glad he interrupted. He ignored Farren’s question, though not intentionally when he said, “It’s fine...haven’t I taught you to knock?”
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Word Count: seven nine one
Tags: Farren/Sammy
Notes: I'm now obsessed with Ryan Star, thank you xD
Lyrics: Vandalism by Ghosty
Outfit: Chance Encounter
[/justify][/size][/center]Tags: Farren/Sammy
Notes: I'm now obsessed with Ryan Star, thank you xD
Lyrics: Vandalism by Ghosty
Outfit: Chance Encounter