"you know" I mutter, examining the bite closely,
"I'm beginning to think that you enjoy getting hurt, if only so you can have my hands all over you"
he lets out a low laugh. I can feel his gaze gliding over me as he says
"Oh, I'm not making you do anything, darling. you can leave me to bleed out if you must. Because I only want your hands all over me if you want them to be."
My eyes snap to his gray ones already pinned on me. I'm playing a very dangerous game.
Walking on a sharp blade and hoping I don't get cut. Playing with the fire and hoping I don't get burned. Swimming in a dangerous current and hoping I don't drown.
He's dangerous.
And even with that one thought echoing in my mind, I hold his gaze and put my hands on him.
"You're right. We do make a great team."
He looks away from me, shaking his head with a dry laugh. "Yeah, except for the fact that you don't listen to orders."
"Orders?" I scoff, "I'm not one of your soldiers, Kai."
"You're right, you aren't." He strides towards me, and the sight of him so bloody is suddenly intimidating. But I force myself to stand my ground when he halts before me, close enough now for me to see his smoky eyes turn to ice. "My soldiers don't mean anything to me. They are expendable and easy to replace." His chest heaves, his eyes locked with mine. "So, yes, Gray You aren't one of my soldiers."
تمہاری دل نشیں باتوں کو میری عمر لگے۔
🖤
"So you did't"
"No, I didn't kill him," I say dully, answering the question in her gaze. She gives me a strange look, one I've only seen her offer me a few times
before.
"Killing isn't a hobby of mine, I'll have you know" I felt like I needed to say it. Felt like I needed to admit that to her, to myself. What I do what I've done has had a purpose, a reason. I'm still a monster, just not the kind that loves the hateful things they do.
There's that look again. It's like she's seeing straight through my many masks, tearing down my walls, stripping me bear with nothing but her gaze I hate it-I love it. I feel free- feel trapped.
The thought that a single pair of blue eyes can leave me so vulnerable, so exposed, is alarming.
I'm smiling up at him now, grinning like an idiot. I can't stop. Delusional. I'm completely and undeniably delusional
But in this moment, I don't want to die if only so I could hear him say my name one more time.
Delirious. I'm so very delirious.
He's suddenly still. His eyes roam over my face, lips slightly parted as he takes me in. Then he blinks. Once. Twice. His dark lashes flutter, gray eyes flicking between mine as he says,
"Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren't dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it."
🖤🌸
If Paedyn is so determined to hate me, I could make it very, very easy for her. It wouldn't take much. But I'm selfish, weak, and unwilling to make it anything but difficult for her to push me away.
She's bewildering as much as she is beguiling. That pretty mouth of hers says one thing, but those ocean eyes say another. She pulls a knife from my back only to say she'll bury another one there. She's confusing, captivating, and we're completely wrong for each other in all the right ways. She's a flame, and I'm going to get burned. An ocean and I'm going to drown.
Kai spins me and my eyes dart to his without my permission.
Mistake
His midnight hair falls over his forehead in messy, silky waves Smoky gray eyes meet mine, captivating, chilling. His set jaw loosens, pulling his lips into a cocky grin as he watches me take him in Dimples Both of them mocking me.
"Like what you see. Gray?" he croons, knowing that will get a rise out of me. I huff, looking away.
"By all means, carry on. I'll never deny myself the chance of watching you watch me"
"And why is that?"
"Because it's far more fun to admire you when the action is mutual"
"Don't flatter yourself prince, I'm not admiring you or your stupid dimples." I sputter, trying to act as though I wasn't in fact, doing just that.
"Liar."
🖤✨
I catch her watching me and our eyes lock, sparks dancing between us.
She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine.
And I can feel myself drowning.
My eyes wander across the dance floor, landing on my brother and the girl in his arms. I'm not wearing green, but I feel it, nonetheless. Envy claws at me as I watch them step in time to the very waltz I led Paedyn through only last night. She looks elegant, enticing, entrancing
What the hell is wrong with me?
I turn away from their spinning forms, angry with myself for feeling. Feeling jealousy and possessiveness over the one girl who's made it clear that I shouldn't
So, I distract myself. I dance with Blair and other beautiful women who sweep me onto the dance floor. I flirt and toy with them, focusing on the girls in front of me rather than the one dancing close by with my brother.
His grey eyes are like chips of ice, shards of glass. Like both, his gaze is pointed and piercing. Cold yet captivating. Beautiful in the way only deadly things can be.
Watching him fight is like watching a dancer , one who feels the music in their soul, their very bones.
He was born for battle. Raised to kill.
And I need to remember that.
~ Kai Azer 🖤
Her hand flashes to her boot sliding a thin blade from the worn leather,
"For starters, I don't appreciate my opponents going easy on me." She gently drags the knife's tip across my cheekbone, tickling my skin.
I smirk despite the blade she trails across my face, my gaze burning into hers. And then my eyes flick to the blood dribbling down her face, leaking from several cuts and gashes I'd given her.
"Looks like I messed up your pretty face after all, despite my best efforts,"
"Oh, this is nothing.,"
she laughs breathlessly
"You should see the damage I did to your pretty face."
My lips quirk into a smile as I lift my head towards hers. "Oh
darling, as long as you still think I'm pretty, I don't give a damn what I look like
I show her my palms, surrendering before the fight has even begun. "You don't really want to do this and neither do i Especially because I wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of yours,darling."
"That's funny because I won't hesitate to mess up your pretty face."
I smirk. "I knew you thought I was pretty."
At that, she throws another punch at my face that I easily evade. We continue circling each other, slowly.
"You do know that I have eight powers at my disposal right now, and anyone of them could drop you."
"I don't want to fight your power, I want to fight you. Just you"
"So you just want me?no powers?"
"yes, I just want you," she breaths, annoyed with me
my mouth twists into a crooked grin "I knew you wanted me Gray"
"Kitt, you're the next king of Ilya. We need you alive. The Trials are no place for you."
"Is my own kingdom no place for me either?" His laugh holds no humor. "Hell, is anywhere outside of the castle not safe enough for the heir?"
"Kitt-"
"I know," he cuts me off, taking a deep breath. "I know our duties are different. They always will be. I just wish mine weren't so damn boring." With that, he shoots me a weak smile in an effort to lighten the mood.
I watch him, waiting to see if he'll say what we both know he wants to. Waiting to see if he'll tell me that he feels trapped, that he feels like he's constantly trying to prove himself, that he wishes he were in the Trials so he could just do that.
I look up through the trap door, assessing my jump when Kai steps behind me, ducking his head so his chin nearly rests on my shoulder.
"Too stubborn to ask for help, Gray?"
"No," I say coolly. "Too strong to need it."
His next words are murmured close to my ear.
"That's what I like to hear."
We watch each other for a long moment. Her gaze is unwavering reminding me of the still ocean, the calm before the storm.
"Mark my words, prince, I will be your undoing."
I lean in, ignoring the knife against my throat as murmur,
"Oh, darling, I look forward to it."
🗡️🖤
"Alizeh" he said softly.
"Have you been a wicked girl?"
"No" she said too quickly.
"No?" he said, still smiling.
"God, you're so beautiful," his smile vanishing.
"Even when you lie to me."
He feels like absence of chaos.
🖤
"I suppose that pain becomes a familiar thing when you are continually inflicting it upon others. You become numb to it.
The silencer and I are starting to sound very, very similar."
-Kai
I drown in her ocean eyes. Everytime our gazes meet it's like ice meeting the hottest fire, like gray mist rising on the deep blue ocean.
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