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Novocaine - An Allen/Road One-Shot
"Don't be silly, Allen," she laughed, leaning forward and getting right in his face, caressing it slightly. Allen back stepped in alarm.
"So uncomfortable! I'm not going to molest you, you know." Her barbed was smile was hardly comforting,
"You cannot fool me, Noah," said Allen, voice shaking. "Tell me what it is that you want."
"Oh, you ruin all the fun! I -like- you, Allen Walker. I don't get many entertaining playmates."
"I'm not a toy!"
“You don't seem to understand Allen, you are a toy. In the Earl's plans you're all just little toys to play with as we please.”
Deep in the trees they could hear the voices of his companions calling for him.
“They're just friends you know Allen. With us, it's family. Family works for each other, they just weigh you down.”
He gritted his teeth and went to cut her off, but then she was behind him, draping herself over him, cutting off his words.
“Friends can be taken away. They can lie to you.” She stroked his neck with a candle. “You think we're the liars, but how much of what they say to you is truth?” Encouraged by his silence, she went on: “Take the Bookman boy for example... do you want to know why he's really here?”
“Whatever his reason as a Bookman, he's still my friend and he's calling my name as a friend.” He held himself resolute, seemingly unwilling to hurt her despite it all. The weakness frustrated her somewhat - a good fight was exhilarating in ways that would make his ears burn if he knew.
“He will record your death as a Bookman.” She spoke complacently, tossing her candle up and down in her hand.
A second later the two halves fell to the leaves around their feet and her shoulder blades connected with a tree. Her hand snaked into his coat and around his waist, the other resting above his heart delicately. He tensed in her arms,
“I can't pull your heart out. I'm not Tyki.” She smiled and pushed face right up into his, letting his shaggy white hair brush her nose and cheeks until they shared the same air. His eyes were wide open and angry, filled with some tormented or angsty thoughts. She enjoyed the look of them for a moment, imagined the ridiculously whiny thoughts behind them. She wondered if she could make him cry before his friends found him.
“As fun as that would be. I'll just have to break you in some other way.” She let her lips brush his cheeks. There would definitely be tears. She traced the pattern of his curse mark with her tongue, imagining the taste of the taint, rolling her tongue around her mouth.
“You said you weren't going to molest me.” He grunted as she placed a delicate kiss on his nose, feeling her nails digging into his back as a warning against movement.
She kissed his lips, enjoying his shaking reluctance, the subtle discomfort as she drove her nails into his flesh in time with his increasing heartbeat. She bit his lip as he tried to pull his face away, pouting that she didn't draw blood. “I lied.”
“Thought so.” He dropped to the floor, out of her grip and lashed out at her feet. She giggled with delight as she was forced to jump upwards and back into the tree branches. “Liar.”
She pouted, faking hurt at his aggression. “Not to family...”
He took an offensive stance, facing her down, daring her to come out of her tree. She noted with extreme pleasure, just how flustered he was. Boys were so silly about kisses sometimes. It wasn't like she wore drugged lipstick. She liked it when he was angry and confused.
“You know...” she smiled down as she rolled onto her back, staring at the scene upside down. “You're far too fun to play with. I may just have to kill you someday.”
Thanks to timydamonkey (as always) but this time for providing the opening paragraph.
"Don't be silly, Allen," she laughed, leaning forward and getting right in his face, caressing it slightly. Allen back stepped in alarm.
"So uncomfortable! I'm not going to molest you, you know." Her barbed was smile was hardly comforting,
"You cannot fool me, Noah," said Allen, voice shaking. "Tell me what it is that you want."
"Oh, you ruin all the fun! I -like- you, Allen Walker. I don't get many entertaining playmates."
"I'm not a toy!"
“You don't seem to understand Allen, you are a toy. In the Earl's plans you're all just little toys to play with as we please.”
Deep in the trees they could hear the voices of his companions calling for him.
“They're just friends you know Allen. With us, it's family. Family works for each other, they just weigh you down.”
He gritted his teeth and went to cut her off, but then she was behind him, draping herself over him, cutting off his words.
“Friends can be taken away. They can lie to you.” She stroked his neck with a candle. “You think we're the liars, but how much of what they say to you is truth?” Encouraged by his silence, she went on: “Take the Bookman boy for example... do you want to know why he's really here?”
“Whatever his reason as a Bookman, he's still my friend and he's calling my name as a friend.” He held himself resolute, seemingly unwilling to hurt her despite it all. The weakness frustrated her somewhat - a good fight was exhilarating in ways that would make his ears burn if he knew.
“He will record your death as a Bookman.” She spoke complacently, tossing her candle up and down in her hand.
A second later the two halves fell to the leaves around their feet and her shoulder blades connected with a tree. Her hand snaked into his coat and around his waist, the other resting above his heart delicately. He tensed in her arms,
“I can't pull your heart out. I'm not Tyki.” She smiled and pushed face right up into his, letting his shaggy white hair brush her nose and cheeks until they shared the same air. His eyes were wide open and angry, filled with some tormented or angsty thoughts. She enjoyed the look of them for a moment, imagined the ridiculously whiny thoughts behind them. She wondered if she could make him cry before his friends found him.
“As fun as that would be. I'll just have to break you in some other way.” She let her lips brush his cheeks. There would definitely be tears. She traced the pattern of his curse mark with her tongue, imagining the taste of the taint, rolling her tongue around her mouth.
“You said you weren't going to molest me.” He grunted as she placed a delicate kiss on his nose, feeling her nails digging into his back as a warning against movement.
She kissed his lips, enjoying his shaking reluctance, the subtle discomfort as she drove her nails into his flesh in time with his increasing heartbeat. She bit his lip as he tried to pull his face away, pouting that she didn't draw blood. “I lied.”
“Thought so.” He dropped to the floor, out of her grip and lashed out at her feet. She giggled with delight as she was forced to jump upwards and back into the tree branches. “Liar.”
She pouted, faking hurt at his aggression. “Not to family...”
He took an offensive stance, facing her down, daring her to come out of her tree. She noted with extreme pleasure, just how flustered he was. Boys were so silly about kisses sometimes. It wasn't like she wore drugged lipstick. She liked it when he was angry and confused.
“You know...” she smiled down as she rolled onto her back, staring at the scene upside down. “You're far too fun to play with. I may just have to kill you someday.”
Thanks to timydamonkey (as always) but this time for providing the opening paragraph.