Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Perhaps she should have shut up but, honestly, there was a high chance that she didn’t know how to not run her mouth—which she opened again to shout at him, only to clamp it back shut a moment later. There was no more space between them now and, whilst she wanted to hate that, she felt an immense amount of confusion instead. What the hell was he doing and why? These questions she asked herself repeatedly, even after realising that she didn’t care about the answers. It was weird and new and she didn’t like not knowing—not when she was so used to knowing everything; rather, thinking she does.

And though her confusion and unease grew with each moment spent too close together, she still found it within herself to fight him every chance that she got. “I could if I want to, I just—” she cut herself off. To continue would be the same as suggesting that she didn’t want to attack him right now—which she totally did—but to say nothing at all meant he was right.

Well, she’d gotten herself into quite the situa—the hell was that?

She felt the pinch of teeth on the back of her neck and her first instinct was to freeze—she expected pain but, surprisingly, it never came. All she got were some annoyingly soft nips, which angered her as much as they… soothed her? No, that couldn’t be right. “Hey, stop that,” was the next order issued but, with such little conviction behind her words, who would take her seriously? “If you’re going to bite me then just—just get it done and over with already!” At this point, she’d rather him attack and give her yet another reason to hate him than whatever he was doing now—trying to win her over? Yeah, like she’d fall for that (except, despite not wanting to, she had softened up a bit in response to him and she absolutely hated it).