OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[anfragonistic]

[It doesn't bother Felix when she coils herself around him, takes the time to fist her fingers in his hair— she's a little scrawny, a little fragile for his taste— but she's visibly, tangibly losing her advantage: if she feels like leaning into his victory, who is he to stop her?

Hell, maybe she's coming to her senses—

And then it hits him. Harder than a running car and heavier than a shot to the chest, that raw, unfiltered power he's pulled out from under her skin. His free hand rushes to grip the paneling behind her, fumbling for half a beat of his racing heart, trajectory only made worse by the pain behind her thoughts. That sickening violet and the agony it manages to lodge inside his skull alongside the rest of it.

His veins are burning— this time it's his hand that tears itself free of her own to grab at the underside of her jaw, shoving with a cruel force to get her off, shaking—] Fuck, fuck—

[circumspector]

[ In it's way - it too, is bliss, it is emptiness, it's not burning, it's not this fire and these dreams and these beings that live in her skin, it's just her - half way grown up woman finally, years later than she should be, and twice as awful as the worst of them. He takes it all away.

But he wanted this, he wanted it all, someone always wants it, and now it was all his, where he pushes her jaw up, trying to pry her off and -- too late she hums -- and worse than that, she's laughing, arching up, pushing with her spine the way someone taught her to do on the training room floor or she saw Lilith do once, and snaps her legs up to his hips - oh no, oh no he will reap what he sows.

She will reap him. ]

Come on, this is what you want, isn't it?

[ It's singing sweet, dripping honey, dawn on a clear morning after the bullets have stopped firing and the bodies have stopped falling and she's a cavern, an empty space filled with light. So much light. Light that comes up from under the skin and there's nothing so unforgiving as it is. It fills up everything, it bounces into every crevice, burning, burning, burning, because nothing, nothing will ever feel this good again and there will never be a sensation to match it because it's agony so pure, oh it feels like half a breadth of heaven as everything, every bit of electronics around them screams to life, blares loudly.

Her back hits into the control panel, and her legs drag him forward into her. Pressing up and up, sliding her fingers to frame his face as he gasps so sweetly. ] Come on, Felix, you wanted it.

[ Laughs and laughs as she rolls into him. holding him a half breadth above her, to share air as he looks like he's going to shatter apart in the trapped space of her and her mind. ]

[anfragonistic]

[He tries. Really, he does. Maybe he's screwed up under all those scars, but when it comes down to it, he's minimizing their losses— making the smarter call even if it is heartless— Cathaway, Prince, they'd agree with him. They'd do the same thing if they were in his shoes.

You don't save one guy if it costs you more. You don't save Steve Rogers, boy wonder, when you've got a siren and a sole survivor on the other end of the line.]

Oh you bitch. [The hand at her throat, edged between her own where she's curled her hands around his face to watch him choke on a stolen rush (and oh, he is, sweat running down his brow, shaking through his shoulders and his fingers are hot enough that they feel like they could scorch) bears down hard enough to bruise. He doesn't imagine she's ever been called out for what she is like this, but right now, all bets are off.

He isn't dying here.

...not even if she's curled around him like that, all vicious want and a hunger so tangible he—]

Don't act like you know what I want.

[circumspector]

[ His fingers choke her, and it's not a thread, it's a comfort. One she shudders with, lets her feel barely kept in the hurricane of skin and thought. He can hold her, he likes to pretend he has to control, least of all of her. It lets her ebb and flow, her eyes closing, her hands slipping to settle on his chest, palms flat and her legs coming up either side of his hips.

She doesn't need to look at him after all, she can feel him. Shaking - what did Moxxi call it? Like a sinner in church. First taste is the worst, is the best. Is the most unforgiving on the body because it's power without control. ]

I thought you wanted me over my head.

[ She never got to enjoy eridium, not like Lilith did, that raw surge of power, what it's like to hold something in her fingers and know it's just flesh and water and so many pieces ready to blow apart if she just looked at him too hard, and he calls her bitch and she open mouth sighed on the word. ]

( I'm waiting. )

[ and her laughter is rich and full of light as her body presses into him where she can feel his hunger. something she feeds because here is the - centre of the centre, middle of the middle, where she's split right down the core of a devouring planet: it's been years in the nest, but it has never stopped. hunger and hunger and hunger. takes and takes and takes. Junkie scratching at her skin on something that would never feel this good. ]