dear_mun | Obscure muse is questioning muns judgment and sanity

Little bird second guessing herself right outta the gate? That always ends well.

Not even Boss, just lettin the lady know this is a fast way to get neck deep in trouble. Which is kinda a second home to me by now.

Edited 2013-07-15 18:02 (UTC)

Can't say I never take you out anywhere nice.

[Sure, it's just...usually in the middle of something dangerous.]

We need to work on your definition of 'nice.'

Too late in the game for that now, an' anyway that's what I've got you for, ain't it?

So sue me for having ambition.

No Vic, you have me for this. [And there is that injection of bliss in his brain, the cool silk sliding through his mind in a calm fog of comfort and stillness.]

Sounds more like optimism. Not the cutest of traits.

[...oh. Yes. Also that. Okay, mostly that. He might be almost purring. He's sorry, he can't help it; best feeling.]

That's a given. Didn't even hafta ask this time; think I mighta finally got ya trained after all.

Ffft, as if.

[Ohhhh good kitty. Ya know it's really wrong just how sexy that half tilted head and quietly closed eyed smile can look. Knowing full well he could snap and try and rip her throat out in an instant if he wanted, very dangerous hot.]

You didn’t train me, I just know when to use catnip and when to use big fucking guns.

[Well you wouldn't have agreed to the arrangement if you were entirely right in the head, kid. Depending on where she is he'll lean into her, otherwise he'll just stretch a little, making himself comfortable wherever he is and soaking in the calm. Not like it lasts long ever, might as well savor it while he can.

He's fairly sure he's not the only one getting something out of this, her kind never just pokes around in somebody's head as a favor (especially considering what HE'S got kicking around in there), but as long as he does that's all he really cares about.]

Like your big fucking guns'd work on me anyway. Or you'd have time to get 'em out.

[You have no idea what it's like Creed. No idea of the sheer rush of power, the excitement of seeping through your veins like she does. It's like driving a sports car on the autobahn at near two hundred miles per hour. It’s living life on the cutting edge.. and it’s spilling blood and smelling the rich warm coppery scent fill your nostrils. To her is was every bit as addictive as it was to him but she got to drink vicariously of his untamed spirit.

It was what made her breath shallow and swift when he leaned closer because his mind was in hers and she could sense herself through him. The speed of her heart beat, the ragged catch of her breath, her body reacting to him and trying to hold that feral response to run in control. If she ran, if she gave the slightest hint of fear it would trigger his instinctive response. She was clearly fucked up in the head.]

Might, might not take anything so big. Probably best neither of us test it.

[Oh, he's got an idea. Or at least he's got an idea by picking up the changes in her scent and the thousands of other little tells. It was an entirely different set of senses, the physical embodying the girl within his reach mixing with the intangible of the Glow, warmth wrapped around him, licking from the inside out like a heatless flame. One fed into the other in a neverending chain reaction, adrenaline heightening her reactions and feeding his own predatory instinct; want take have keep and he could practically smell her blood in her veins, claws itching for the chase, the take down, the victory, but for every inch it ratcheted it up her mind wrapped tighter, sinking her own talons in deeper, pulling out the darker urges and smoothing them over. Idly he wondered how much she could soak up before she'd break, how deep she could work her tendrils into him before she snapped under the pressure, but for now he only leaned in closer, a low growl that played more at content than threatening building in his chest as he moved for her neck, only to inhale deeply for now.]

Now you're just gettin' cocky. I know how much I can take, can you say the same?

[She had to ease back, she needed to get out before it was too much! But the rush, the depth of it was so intoxicating she wanted just a little more. She knew her limits, she knew how to bend just until it hurt but not enough to break. That delicious edge of pain becoming pleasure and mixing together in her mind until they were indistinguishable. The more she gave the more he took and she knew, she damn well knew he would drain her dry if she let him. Because that’s what she was to him a reservoir, nothing more. He’d existed before her and he would long after she was gone. She was just a shiny toy that pleased him for the time being and she was just along for the ride.

But what a ride it was. She felt more alive and paradoxically free with him than she had before. Purpose in her life, it was mercenary but it was purpose none the less. And god help her if she didn’t shudder and gasp when he leaned in, the rush of air as her drew in her scent drawing gooseflesh on her arms and shoulders. The ecstasy in his mind that would be unleashing himself on her, his desire for blood, for release being the last thing she would ever know, but he held it in check for now. Just.. one more moment…just a little more…and she could stop]

Had a hell of a teacher. You know…. I really don’t.

Aw darlin'. It's the best when it goes wrong.

Oh I'd love to hear the train of logic you have for that one.

[His smile is sharp, and full of teeth.]

That's when we get to have a bit o' fun, remember? Can't have been that long ago.

[Jesus, stop looking at her like that, it was unsettling, and make her shiver.]

I think we have very different ideas about fun.

[Been a long time since he had the Glow. He remembers what it tastes like, what it felt like, when he didn't have to worry about slaughtering a family just because... yeah, he likes being the animal, any more.]

Used to have the same ideas. You go and change on me?

[Long time since someone wanted her dead that bad too... coincidence? She thought not.]

Maybe I did.

[Nah, he doesn't want her dead. Not then, not now. Now, the glow... that's another matter.]

Too bad, sweetheart, we had fun together.

[One of these days, Birdy, he's going to get you killed. Either for the Glow or for something else it doesn't really matter; it's an inevitability, the same as he is himself. Nothing like this can last forever, he won't fool himself about that, not when he's got decades of experience to prove otherwise, but he's always been the type to live in the moment anyway. And for the moment? Things looked pretty damn good from here.

She danced on the edge of fear without ever quite crossing over, nerves jumping and twisting and that was as intoxicating as the stretching moments of calm she grants in its wake only it promised more. Blood and heat and a life rushing through his fingers, between his jaws, and the animal shifted, stirred, pushed at the calm she promised. Just a taste, it would be so easy, she couldn't stop you if she tried...

And then it was more than just proximity, it was hot breath and a feral grin that promised teeth and violence, claws dug into the wall as he loomed over her, taking a step forward, moving to cage her in.]

Never too soon to learn.

[This was going too far, she could feel it building up against her and there was part of her that just wanted to give in. The part that made her inhale sharply and tip her head up and just off to the side. The thin line of her pulse beating there visibly beneath the skin, rapid but steady in it's staccato throb. She shouldn't be doing this, this was playing with fire. No, this was playing with weapons grade plutonium.

She started to pull back but that had to be eased far more than slipping into his mind. An abrupt withdrawal could set him off, create a chain reaction that could only end with her in a spreading pool of scarlet at his feet. And maybe if she was lucky a moment of remorse before his life went on.

No this needed to be slow, and that was where the real threat came in. Receding waves of calm ebbing away slowly enough for him to maintain control and take over where she left. If he didn't he'd be an unchecked animal and she'd be just as dead regardless of her caution. Jesus why did it have to feel so good?]

And you're supposed to teach me? Looks like I left all my apples at home, sorry Teach.

[S'all she was good for right? Just his next fix, good for his thrill until he got tired of her or she slipped up. This is why it was dangerous for her to be around him, sometimes she wanted it as much as he did.]

Yeah...well...I guess we did.

[Nah, not the only thing she was good for. He actually liked her. Some anyway. And he's really sorry that bastard of his killed her.]

Could be that way again, darlin'. You and me.

[So freakin generous Vic, she would almost think you cared. Yeah right. Graydon certainly had no lover lost for her, not exactly the last face you want to see in your final moments.]

You say that like you really want me back, I'm touched. [Sarcasm, mostly.]

[Whoa now. Don't be so quick there!]

You can be, Birdy.

[Smirk.]

[Was that a joke? She'd forgotten he occasionally had a sense of humor and laughed in spite of herself.]

That was bad even for you, but you always were the bad boy weren't you?

[That sharp smile is back. He never wants her to forget who and what he is. She's one of the few that never did.]

Gotten mellow in my old age.

[Now she knew he was joking, and she laughed freely, having to cover her mouth toward the end until she calmed enough to speak again.]

Old Victor Creed, ok I'll give you old but you and mellow? I'm not seeing it.

[Sometimes, he can be a normal guy. Sometimes.]

Mellow in my old age. Haven't tried to kill the Runt... well, in a couple years anyway.

[He was different, and frankly she wasn't sure what to make of it. Could he really be in control? Could he change that much?]

So this whole thing is real? You really are different.

[He's changed some. Some. The crazy still hits him now and again, and he still runs off into the wilds or kills someone just because. But he contains it. At times.]

That's what I said, darlin'. Even joined the X-freaks.

[Now you're just fucking with her. She's staring at him incredulously.]

But you hated them, and they sure as hell weren't found of you.

I guess a lot has changed since I've been gone.

[He's telling the honest truth, it's in his brain.]

Joined 'em, left, rejoined 'em. Helped 'em out when some kids were bein' hunted. Lotta things changed.

[And other things stayed the same.]

[So tempting to sneak a peek, just sink into his mind...not like she didn't know the way.]

Sounds like it, so if you've turned over this whole new leaf do you still even need the glow?

Always need the glow darlin'. Always.

[He still misses it sometimes. Alright, a lot of times. It's so easy to sink into the animal and just be. He's willing to admit he ain't sane, and never will be.]

Yeah?

[So she would take that chance, edge her way into his mind and let those rivers of cool quiet flow over his thoughts. Just touching, just a taste letting her read him as he was touched by the glow]

Sounds like detention right there, darlin'. Hate to disappoint though, I wasn't that great in school. Got a few more extreme methods.

[She was making this too easy. She bared her throat like the good bitch she'd always been and he couldn't resist the stretch of exposed skin, the beat of blood just under it, not when he was already so close to it. Not when it was practically calling to him, and her influence kept him from being too rough about it but it didn't stop him entirely. A tongue like sandpaper found the pulse, free hand reaching up to wrap fingers around her throat, although it was only enough to hold. He didn't squeeze. Not yet. Just took a step closer, invading her space. Waiting to see what she would do.]

Maybe I should get a different teacher.

[Control! She had to keep control, he was getting too close and the fact that she was starting to want him closer terrified her all the more.

His tongue rasped along her throat and a sound not quite a gasp or a moan escaped her, it turned to a sharp yelp when his fingers closed over it. Her hands shot up to try and pull him away but it was a lost cause. His strength was too much and all it would take is a fraction of effort from him to snap her neck now.

She'd been trying to ease back from his mind but now..like this the connection was strained, spikes of glow and valleys of nearly none. It was erratic and growing more so as she begin to writhe and wriggle.]

Ok Boss....you can ease down now. [She wanted the words to sound strong, but they didn't.]

[Of course they didn't, not with all that tantalizing fear soaking through, and he rumbled in something appreciative and only solidified his grip, closing the remaining space so hers was his as much physically as his was hers mentally.]

You're losin' it, chickadee. I thought you had a better handle on it than that. Might wanna try, that fear of yours is lookin' pretty good on you right now.

[He raised his arm to put her on level with him and pinned her there easily with one hand, back to the wall as he invaded her space, leaning in to lick a stripe from where skin peeked out from her collar up to her ear. He chuckled darkly.]

You can't start a conversation like that without me wantin' to feel helpful.

[Needed to keep things steady, she tried to pump more power into the glow and keep it solid and not thready. She could do this, she’d done it before. But it had been so long, she was rusty, rusty was dangerous.]

Yeah well it’s been a while. Doesn’t mean I’m completely helpless ya know.

[Except that his next move made that statement half a laugh. Her feet left the floor and she was dangling in his grip, legs swung out for purchase to take the pressure off her neck however they could and hooked around him to lever her up some. Christ! Keep it cool, keep it calm.
Hard to tell herself that when her heart was beating like her namesake in an ever shrinking cage. And then that lick and she could have hated herself for the sound she made in response, some sort of whimpering mewl of damn near submission. No, this was not the way she would go out! Not like this!]

I think you’ve had enough, don’t make me spike you.

Like you would. I can smell you, sweetheart, even if you hadn't made that enticing little peep.

[He wasn't even operating on a conscious effort to unsettle her anymore, only following his instincts, the constant predatory litany that settled into the hindbrain and pushed. Prodded. She wrapped around him, an attempt to get some leverage, some breathing room, slid and shifted and it was instinct to push back with hips as much as hand, to growl in something based more in pleasure than warning, to scrape teeth against skin and feel her pulse race in response.]

You think you could in time, even if you had the stomach for it? Before my claws tasted your guts?

[There was a sick kind of appreciation that enveloped the words, a twisted reverence, desire and promise and burning want that her efforts wicked away only to be replaced anew.]

[Nononononono! This wasn't working together, this was her being his play thing, and she was not that anymore. No matter how effective he was at eliciting a response from her body she needed to lead with her mind, her will.]

I know I wouldn't, but you'd be trying to heal from an aneurysm while I bled out.

[There it was, her spirit coming back It wasn't that he didn't scare her anymore, or that he didn't effect her. She was still potently reacting to him, it was that she was taking control of herself and willing the change to her own calm. The glow brightened briefly and then dimmed, she pulled back to deprive him of his drug of choice.]

If you wanted me dead you would have done it already. So your toying with me, playing with your food.

[And he was doing it so damn well! She could still feel his teeth, sharp and hard against her throat. This thing between them was crazy and dangerous but she couldn't deny that it excited her in a twisted way. Even as she replied calmly to him she was trembling.]

[He whined in protest as he felt it fade, claws pricking at her skin to make his displeasure more clear. But he was responding as much to her scent as her presence in his mind at this point, her barely controlled excitement mixing with his normal impulse to tear and shred and in turn feeding into his own and claws released their hold on the wall to grip her thigh, digging in lightly as he shifted against her.]

You say that like it's a bad thing. What's wrong, don't like bein' the mouse? You don't have the nerve to off me anyway. You woulda done it by now if you did, ain't like I haven't given you enough reason to.

[He nipped sharply, as much to prove his point as to see how she would react; not enough to break the skin, yet, but enough to hurt at least.]

[It was a power play that was paying off. If she didn’t retake control he would drink from her until there was nothing left, he was always too damned greedy. So she’d eased back, and continued to do so, teasing that thread of bliss down to a pinpoint of intensity as she withdrew. His giant hand moved and wrapped half around her thigh, reminding her how just formidable he was even when he wasn’t trying to threaten her. And then there was that shift and her sounds changed in tone and intent…ohh now that was just plain dirty.]

If I was that weak I never would have lasted. Not a mouse remember? I’ve got wings to fly if I need too.

[Those bites did make her hiss, and surely they would leave marks on her creamy skin even if he wasn’t quite breaking it.]

Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with nerve, maybe I just don’t want to. Maybe I’m not done with you yet.

[No longer needing to cling to his arm to support herself she could do other things, oh like sink fingers back through his hair and let her own nails dig into his scalp. You want to play dirty, she can do that too.]

Titmouse then. They've got wings too.

[He chuckled lowly, teasing as he followed teeth with tongue and chased the sounds he pulled from her throat, running claws along her leg, threatening to press enough to tear but never quite getting that far.]

Well then you're just another foolish frail. Don't threaten me if you don't mean to follow through or I won't hesitate to spill you out onto the floor right here. Aneurysm threat or no. Especially if you're tryin' to hold out on me.

[Unless, of course, she'd like that. He's not entirely convinced she wouldn't; people don't associate with him of their own free will if they don't have a death wish on some level.

The pressure of fingers and nails draws an encouraging rumble from him, one that leads to a head lifted from her neck to claim her mouth instead, forcing his tongue in past lips and teeth to taste, to possess, claws curling against her skin, threatening to piece it as he pulled her closer.

If she was intent on shutting it off, he'd just have to convince her otherwise. Push her into loosening her hold on it.]

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