Title: A Softer Side?
Description: --Toryas
Romax - November 9, 2007 06:30 PM (GMT)
JJ hugged her knees to her chin, staring out her bedroom window at… well, nothing in particular. Just the backyard. Her window had a good view of the silvering wood fence that wrapped around the acre-and-a-half or so of land her family owned. It was pretty, she guessed, she’d grown up looking at it so she never really noticed.
Her breath left a fog on the glass. With her sleeve, JJ wiped it away, then splayed her fingers against the chilly pane. She could open the window and climb out, as she had before. Just take a walk, maybe go to the park. It was suffocating in this house, this house where nobody talked about anything that mattered and kept all their feelings closed up like a house in a snowstorm.
There was no real love here, or at least not enough. This house was not a home, to paraphrase a song. It was just a building with four walls that people lived in. It held no warmth, no comfort, and no affection at all.
JJ’s hand rested on the latch. All she had to do was flip it up and she’d be free—for a few hours at least.
Her bedroom door opened. She rested her forehead against the glass, her dark blue eyes studying the reflection of the figure standing in the doorway. Not tonight, please not tonight, she wanted to say, but stayed silent. It wouldn’t matter, it would change anything. It never did.
Toryas - November 13, 2007 02:00 AM (GMT)
[[I have the random urge to bwahahaha. Is that strange of me?]]
"Running away again, Ally?" Nick asked softly his intense hazel eyes pinned on the reflection of hers. Those big blue eyes that no one could resist seemed magnified in the windowpane and somehow incredibly clear. Nick fancied that he could see every lash on her eyelids.
And, of course, the fear in those pretty big blues. Little Ally... not so tough anymore, was she? Little bitch used to think she was better than him. Better, than him. But he'd put her in her place. Nick put her in her place every chance he got.
The smile was on his lips before he even realized it. Big and wide and mean. It only got bigger when he shut the door and locked it with a click. Little Ally flinched at the tiny sound.
She knew what was coming.
Nick crossed the room with the slow movements of a predator, easing his way towards her. She still hadn't moved, still sitting at the window, watching his reflection. But Nick could see the way her shoulders had tensed. He loomed over her, his shadow blotting out his reflection.
Bending down, he touched his lips to her neck, to her pale pale skin and whispered, "You could never run fasr enough or fast enough, sis... I'd catch you anyway."
Romax - November 13, 2007 09:28 PM (GMT)
OOC: Pfft. Not at all. I often feel the urge to go bwahahaha. Especially when I'm being kinda evil. BWAHAHAHAHA <__< HA
JJ closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her skin, wanted to shudder in revulsion. Revulsion at him and at herself. She'd become a pathetic little puppet he could make dance with a few words. Yep, Nick had trained her good.
Lay down. Roll over. Disobedience meant punishment. Eventually, JJ had stopped thinking about fighting back and just about escaping as intact as she could. What else could she do? There was no hope, not anymore.
Not in this loveless house.
"What do you want, Nick?" she asked, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible.
Toryas - November 19, 2007 01:32 AM (GMT)
[[Dude, that was, like, short.]]
Nick didn't answer instead he stroked the pads of his fingers down his sister's arm, as if testing the suppleness of the skin or the tension in the muscles. One was soft the other taut. Taut enough to quiver.
He could feel beneath his touc a fine sheen of sweat to build. It was cold and slick. Nick rubbed his palm against her back, as if to comfort. And in a smooth movement, a familiar one, he drew her into standing- her back against his chest. She was so bidable like a puppet he could pose as he wished. Or a mannequin.
One hand pressed against her flat belly, which shivered beneath his palm, and held her back against him. It was like an embrace- almost- as he tasted the skin of her throat again. Here too Nick could taste the sharp flavor of sweat.
Impulsively, he turned her in his arms so that it truly was like an emrace. Again on impulse, he lowered his head, brushed his lips over hers.
Romax - November 24, 2007 11:19 PM (GMT)
OOC: *bangs your visor down* Shut it, you.
It shamed her, the way she trembled at even his lightest touches. A rub here, a stroke there made her shake with a bone-deep fear. Because JJ knew it wouldn't stop with lightness. A stroke would turn into a vicious squeeze, or a rub into a strike.
She was stiff as a mannequin indeed, her muscles rigid and braced for the hit she knew, she knew was coming. Nick's fingers left cold trails of icy sweat in their wake as they slid over her cream-white skin. So cold JJ was almost surprised the flesh didn't turn blue and white with frost.
The unknown was terrifying and what Nick was doing, the almost gentle caresses, was completely alien to JJ. He never took it slow like this. What was it? Some new torment he had devised? Something to keep her waiting, teeth clenched, for that heavy strike?
The girl jolted as her brother turned her, pulled her into some kind of embrace. And when his lips brushed over hers, JJ jerked back, her bruise-blue eyes locking onto his hazel. "What are you doing?" she asked, her words hoarse, her throat tight.
Toryas - November 30, 2007 05:30 PM (GMT)
Nick frowned as she pulled back. What was he doing, he wondered, a little surprised at himself. "Just... shut up," he said his fingers didging into her arms as he pulled her to him again.
Her lips were soft. And cold. Nick coudl feel every tremor she gave, he held her so close. Fear. Nick was intimately acquainted withy his sister's fear. Sometimes it made him mad, other times it made a thrill run through him like the burn of liquor.
Right now... right now he wasn't sure how it made him feel.
He lowered his head again, his lips against hers. Slowly, coaxingly, he pressed his mouth to hers, which she was keeping stiffly closed. "Come on, Ally, loosen up," he mumbled, one hand combing through her dark auburn hair.
Romax - December 11, 2007 07:39 PM (GMT)
Was this some new kind of torture, some new torment Nick had dreamed up? It was worse than those flashes of careless violence he was so prone to, this waiting on the edge. The more he held back, the more gentle he was, the more time she had to anticipate...
Fear was a living thing. Sometimes fear was worse than any kind of action, because the imagination was limitless. Pain was magnified in those dark chambers of the mind. A small seed of terror could grow into a twisted vine of it with only the slightest nourishment.
She couldn't relax, not like he said to, as she felt his hands stroke through her hair, as he pressed his mouth to hers. But, as he did, she felt herself cave under that quiet pressure. And her lips parted, just slightly, but it was like a crack in armor.
Toryas - December 11, 2007 08:04 PM (GMT)
[[This is hard...]]
Nick wasn't sure why he was doing what he was doing. Mostly it was just impulse. And something else, somehing that was hard for him to describe. It was like a triumph every time he could make JJ do soemthing she idn't want to do.
It was like a game. How far could he push her?
And the taste of victory was on his tongue as her lips parted. Hungrily, Nick pressed his lips to hers. Kindness was a foreign concept to the boy, and the kiss was demanding--brutal, even.
But that was nothing new.
Just as hungrily, his hands slid beneath her shirt, roughly exlporing the smooth taut skin.
What Nick wanted, he took. And at the moment, what he wanted was a release. It was as though pressure was building inside of him, and this was the only way he could think of to let it out.
