12-10-2007, 04:19 PM
[html]omg pp. tell me if you don't want it. ;;
There was laughter, emitting from a form that crept through the boards and bore eyes of equally blood-red. He shifted where he was, finally moving from where he lay to push himself into a sitting position as the other crept closer. It was sickening, the way this creature uttered her name; that beautiful creature whom he'd kill for without a moment's notice. Yet the sound that hissed past his own lips was something else other than blatant anger. A laugh -- a sharp laugh that rang of hatred, of lust, of desperation, and the sickness that crept through his soul. Fangs bared with the lingering emotion, crimson eyes glowed darkly as he regarded the other. He'd caught him at his weakest, plagued by the affliction that left him so weak and mortal. A sordid desire that held him eternally in its clutches.
Hybrid leaned down before him, obviously amused and mocking to the point that it infuriated Samael immensely. A flash of motion as his hand whipped out, reaching to grab at the hair at his head, aiming to inflict pain by digging in his nails and pulling. "Well," he hissed softly, a horrible, manical grin spreading across his lips. "Why don't you make me forget about her, then?" He was no stranger to fucking males, despite his apparent affinity for females. He'd fucked the ghosts and demons that passed through his conciousness leaving only bits and pieces of memory behind. And he'd fucked his mother's lover when she vanished without a single word of farewell.
There was laughter, emitting from a form that crept through the boards and bore eyes of equally blood-red. He shifted where he was, finally moving from where he lay to push himself into a sitting position as the other crept closer. It was sickening, the way this creature uttered her name; that beautiful creature whom he'd kill for without a moment's notice. Yet the sound that hissed past his own lips was something else other than blatant anger. A laugh -- a sharp laugh that rang of hatred, of lust, of desperation, and the sickness that crept through his soul. Fangs bared with the lingering emotion, crimson eyes glowed darkly as he regarded the other. He'd caught him at his weakest, plagued by the affliction that left him so weak and mortal. A sordid desire that held him eternally in its clutches.
Hybrid leaned down before him, obviously amused and mocking to the point that it infuriated Samael immensely. A flash of motion as his hand whipped out, reaching to grab at the hair at his head, aiming to inflict pain by digging in his nails and pulling. "Well," he hissed softly, a horrible, manical grin spreading across his lips. "Why don't you make me forget about her, then?" He was no stranger to fucking males, despite his apparent affinity for females. He'd fucked the ghosts and demons that passed through his conciousness leaving only bits and pieces of memory behind. And he'd fucked his mother's lover when she vanished without a single word of farewell.