07-31-2011, 06:00 PM
no worries3+
She heard his approach but did nothing about it, she could have hidden herself away but she didn't want to, the pain he could deal her was nothing compared to what she was already feeling. So much emotion ran through her that she felt as though she were high or drunk, unable to think straight. Then he was there, filling up the doorway with his dark and imposing form. Giuseppe was harsh and lacked his brother's gentleness and quiet elegance but the woman did not want to be surrounded by gentle and elegance was the last thing on her mind, she let his anger and violence wash over her, feeling her fur prickle in response. The white woman tilted her head to the side, showing him her neck as he threw himself onto the sofa, she rubbed at her face with her hands, wiping away the last of her tears as he commanded her to.
She could sense, something was changing and a new part of her life starting, she watched dark man with huge blue eyes, the opposite to Teo's white innocence, he was all darkness and depravity and she found herself drawn to it. He reminded of her father who sometimes had liked to hit and hurt but it had never truly hurt her, the injuries faded and disappeared unlike the emotional pain Matteo had dealt her, those scars would take months maybe years to heal, and the man himself would be a constant reminder, poking and prodding at the raw skin and nerves. The woman rose slowly from her position on the floor so as not to startle him and joined him on the sofa. Her lips pressed into a thin line slowly moved to curl upwards and her hands slowly petted the fur of his arm and shoulder, soft trailing touches that were breath light.
Her voice was slightly curious, "Who is he you speak of? I don't know anyone by that name."