"What?" Genevieve asked silently, clutching her arms even closer to her chest in the dark of the room as her mother laughed in response, lacing her fingers together and setting them on her knees. She was a calculating bítch, that was for sure. She'd strike with the precision, venom and irony of a snake—the very scales prominent on her rather dry shins.
"Well, come on. It's not like you would be off reading silently in a corner, you're a troubled skànk, at best." A smile broke on
The sun was only just beginning to rise over the steady line of houses when Jasper was snatched away from his slumber, sitting up in his bed as the sheets fell to his hips, the pillow beside him dishevelled and misplaced as his eyes dragged over the ghost of Genevieve's presence. The only remaining detail of her left were the sheet marks printed into his arms from where he had wrapped his arms around her, the sheets bundled in his fists and his lips against her skin.
Genevieve reached up and touched her silky blonde hair that she had ran a brush through just minutes ago... and couldpromisethere was no trace of male bodily liquids, though a hard blush still coated her cheeks like spilled scarlet paint on an ivory canvas and she pushed her chair away from the table, following her mother's tracks as she made her own way up the staircase and back towards her room. She made a point to slam her door behind herself as she went, triumphant and child like.
Genevieve's eyes met those of such captivating familiarity that she almost stumbled backwards- his name sounded so alien when spoken from her mother's lips, but, one thing was for sure... and that was that her mother knew this man and also that Genevieve could not shake the sinking feeling in her chest and nausea that flushed her skin and drained through her stomach.Long story short, she felt the overpowering urge to turn, grip the metal edges of the bin beside her and throw up like she had chugged disgustingly
Not even the screaming and rattling guitars could soothe the utter disbelief that pounded the veins in her temples with importune. She was sweaty, for one thing. Thankfully only beneath her armpits and perhaps between her cheeks... she was sweaty and irritated, irritated she hadn't even been givenoneminute to enjoyonesong.
A smirk twisted along his lips as he took another step in her direction, melting her against the wall and drawing a grainy groan from the depths of her chest - and his teeth stole her lower lips beneath his bite.It was almost expert, precise, the motion of him tilting his head to the side and twisting her lip between his bite, all while slowly retreating his head and running his teeth along her skin, slowly allowing her mouth to escape his jaws with detail and a lascivious pattern to his and bo
Genevieve truly was only happy when it rained—when it was dark and wet and cold and sopping misery from clouds. Genevieve truly was only happy when it was complicated, where she could find relief in things that were negative or evendisgracefulfor other people, where she could find comfort in the fact even the sardonic had silly things that depressed them.Mona Smith, of all things, hated rain.
Jasper breathed a heavy sigh, slipping his papers to the side rather hastily as he reached up and massaged his temple, his elbow propped on the mahogany desk as hispricey watchpeeked from beneath his sleeve, and suddenly, as thoughts of a certain girl with blonde hair filled his mind- the same that had delayed his thought process and rendered him incapable of completing the work set for him, he felt it was too hot to wear his jacket, and hastily removed it from his wide shoulders before tossing it to the floor.He rubbed his forehead, f
The rain had stopped and the sky had begun to clear, clouds sweeping away the dreary atmosphere and leaving the land coated with thick pools of sunlight and dew. Genevieve kicked a pebble that lay in her path as she continued her trek along the street, clutching her bag against her side and humming and low tune beneath her breath.Though the sky had cleared and the bleeding light brushed along her skin, defrosting the pale snow, a light shiver still glazed her body and she found the need to continue the use of her jacket, shrugging it over her shoulders rather than on her arms as always&m
Jasper didn't feelanythingto the new promise—the promise the pair would be back in the courtroom soon, speaking of a man half the girl's flesh. He had thought he'd feel at least a twinge of angst to the idea... but suddenly, he felt it would be nothing close to even an effort if the girl was in it with him.
"Youbìtch," The man spat the words as she tore her arm from his grip, fingertips tightening threateningly. "Just wait and you'll see me there—in fact, you'll see me far sooner than you think. You're still mine,"
Ambiguous. It was something ambiguous.The act of holding someone's eyes, connecting Irises shattered and bottomless. The act of eye contact. The act of something so v
Genevieve sighed the words, her hands clutching his, nails delicately biting the skin of his knuckles. She raised her hips from the mattress to meet his. He lowered his lips to the skin of her neck as his lengths became steady, her legs holding the man against her.He groaned against her skin as he moved between her thighs, finally lifting his lips to her own once more. Her thin moans failed to slow - lips moving against his with an unusual chorus of gasps and pleasured whimpers.
There was something oddly subtle about the way sunlight of a youth fell against the ivory skin of a familiar girl. Her frame had become kin of the sheets, Jasper's hand kin of her skin. She writhed and gasped in the light of morning, lips parted by a wide girth of breath, eyebrows knitted and fingers clasping on the dishevelled, crumpled linen of the bedding beneath her.The man lay above her, watching gasping breaths tumble from between her collarbones and through her lips as he offered her sweet, small smiles.
The man smiled with her words, hands lifting affectionately to the frame of Genevieve's face, marked by her ears. Their eyes remained fixed on one another's comfortably, breaths warm together. "You're somehow hexing, kitten,"Her heart stammered in her chest as if it were to be fumbling, stuttering at a loss of words; a loss of breath and inner balance, tipped by a shy affection as his words played with the spoiling of her heart. "I like that one,"
"Have you done your last task?""Yes,""-And how did that go?"Genevieve inhaled deeply, one leg crossing over the other, eyes fixing to the familiar, older, worn-looking man
"Okay, so; you have to work and I have to meet up with a friend to catch up on school—what time of the day does that leave us to have a little playtime?" Genevieve's question was sweet as she rolled to her other side, eyes meeting the may who lay behind her moments before, now in front.He smiled softly as she settled before him, a soft and innocent brow quirked with the tone of the question, her hands tucking around the lip of the duvet against them. Her eyes held his without fear, her gaze strong yet vulnerable and giving in a sense the man could not place.
The man's hands moved to beneath the hair at the back of her head, fingers brushing a raised scar beneath in a way strangely prudent."If the phone or doorbell rings, we're ignoring it," His eyes held hers with a sense of content, a gentle smile staining the shadows of his own lips."Can you carry me?" the girl whispered the words after a long moment, laughing giddily as the man sl