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Quintin tried to wrap his arms around the girl in front but she merely pushed him away. This was how it went every day. He'd attempt to be a little romantic and she'd push him away. Quintin didn't mind; He had her under his control, anyways. He could always force it.
"Don't touch me, bastard. I'm mad at you enough without you trying." Dark commented, glaring. Quintin sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat. Dark huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Sorry, Dark. But I'm afraid that I will force you if you don't allow me to." he replied, placing a hand on Dark's left arm. She froze, not moving. Quintin let out a small smile, using his other hand to tug down her shirt a little off of her left shoulder. Three glowing, black and gold tattoos were placed in a circle there. Dark weakly closed her eyes.
"Quintin, stop, please.....Fine fine fine you can hold me just don't!" she hissed, yanking her shirt back up with her right hand. He smiled, wrapping his arm around her and placing his chin on her shoulder; The right one. Dark was still uneasy, but she relaxed, glancing at her so-called-boss.
The two had been together for less than a week, yet they acted as if they had done everything together for years. Quintin was a master murder; Dark was really just a girl who was targeted most of the time, she didn't do anything. -
Quintin brushed her hair back with his free arm, leaving her neck open. Dark let out a weak mew of surprise as he kissed her neck, wrapping his other arm around her waist tighter. He pulled back after a quite moment. She opened her eyes, turning to stare at Quintin. They stared for what would seem like an hour before Dark broke away.
"I didn't-"
"You never said I couldn't do that. And that was mostly touching, was it not?"
"Well I dunno......"
"See? So you can't complain. End of it."
"I can and I goddamn will! In fact I'm going to call you Quinty if that's the case!"
"I'll call you Kitten then. You're so soft hearted. So innocent."
They both began to argue over random things. -
Uh...
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Keep writing. This is GOOD!
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I agree but it's a bit... Weird
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What do you mean? This is GOLD!!
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Why isn't she posting more?
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She's probably not online. :P
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After a while Dark huffed, her eyes narrowing. She slapped Quinting, turning and stalking off. Quintin blinked, staring after her. He'd never been slapped like that before. And the fact that he had been so unprepared for that was adding to his shock. Staring was about all he really could do.
Dark had no idea as to where she was going. She just knew she was pissed off and her head hurt. All day she had been yelling. Now she was getting payback from Mother Nature. Dark glanced around. She could go to her room, go to the library....She could go anywhere in the castle. It was what it was. She stood still. Quietly thinking.
Quintin stood there for a few minutes, thinking. He felt like going after her. But at the same time he might get slapped again. He didn't feel liek it would be worth it. Quintin frowned. He could have hurt her back. Why didn't he? As he stood there the thought seemed a lot more better. Oh, how much pain he could have given her. -
Keep...going! D:
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Really? owo
Dark snorted. Her mind was jumbled. She was confused. Confused as hell. She wanted to go somewhere, but she didn't know where. How would this even work?
Quintin decided to go after her. It seemed only fair. He followed the sounds coming from the walls. Soon he saw her outline in the dim light. -
Dark suddenly felt something near her neck. It was cold. And sharp. She opened her mouth to yell and the blade sliced her, covering her back with blood. She chocked, coughing, before falling. The figure smiled, closing their eyes and kindly waving before walking down the hallway. Dark hissed before her world went black.
Quintin began to run as he saw the blood on the floor. He picked Dark up, silently covering her neck with his sleeve.
"Dammit..dammit.." -
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(P.S: Why'd he kill her?) -
He didn't. Le murder hurt her.
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Sun blinked, watching someone start down the hallway. He had been cleaning his master's vase - but now it would have to wait. He set it down and began to follow the figure.
Quintin stared at Dark for a few moments before picking her up and beginning to carry her to his room. Since he had no idea what to do. He figured making her a but more comfortable would fix part of the problem. If not, all.
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