Five Things I Want To Hear From Five Different People:

[sinful_minx]

1. I love you, take me far away and it will just be the two of us forever in Paradise.
2. I'm happy, I'm alive and I'm free. I got the warning in time, and got out.
3. I forgive you and I'll never see you again. I'm happy and healthy in my own life now. Me and the puppy.
4. You shot me/stabbed me/blew me up! *various and sundry screams follow as this person is shot again, and again, and again*
5. I am here for you, mon chere. You are not alone, although you may think you are and I will never hurt you.

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[dealing-death.livejournal.com]

I do hope number 4 is for Tristan.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

You know, I just couldn't make up my mind. It was a toss up; Tristan or Blade, Blade or Tristan. What to choose? Right now though? Tristan wins, by a head.

[no-prey-remains.livejournal.com]

I'm thinkin' number five is wishful thinkin', darlin'.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

Just because I want to hear it, doesn't mean I'll get it. I know that.

Bad enough that I have to constantly be on guard from enemies... I'm starting to get the feeling that I have to be on guard from friends and loved ones as well.

Maybe I should just fly back to Spain...

[no-prey-remains.livejournal.com]

I could lecture ya on th' wisdom of considerin' psychotic lampreys as loved ones, but I think ya already know that.

Ya think Spain'll be safe, darlin'? Lotta people know you were hidin' there.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

If I were being logical, I would not have chosen this side. It is not logic, but - hope - that keeps me here now. Hope that I can keep Deacon from making a worse mistake than the one's he's making now. In my heart, I know what he's done is ... it's wrong. But in my heart, I can't leave him either. He needs me now, more than he knows.

Spain is safer. Not by a lot, but there is something to be said for being an ocean and several hours flight away. No place is safe here... not even my own home.

[adriengriffon.livejournal.com]

I am here for you, ma chere, now and always. You shall never be alone, even if you think you are, and you would never give me reason to hurt you, would you?

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

*soft smile, which slowly fades*

That does seem to be the million dollar question here, doesn't it? What would I do, or not do, that would give you a reason to hurt me?

[adriengriffon.livejournal.com]

*a light laugh and a sunny smile*

Perhaps you already have.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

*matches smile for smile, tilting her head to the side and giving a slow blink*

If that's the case, then why wait, Adrien? You are certainly no saint, to be bound by such things as temperance, mercy, or patience. Come now, don't let a little thing like Deacon Frost stop you from having your wicked fun.

[adriengriffon.livejournal.com]

I can be patient, ma chere. Now is not the time. Perhaps soon. Stalking prey has always been my favorite part.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

Ah, but is it truly stalking when we practically live together? When you are nightly in and out of the very home of your prey?

And here I thought you enjoyed a challenge.

But then, the excitement likely comes in being so close. Controlling yourself as you watch while I'm sleeping, you see me dressed and undressed, and in such close proximity. He likes me in white... perhaps one of these nights I shall wear a color you would enjoy me in. Crimson red perhaps?

[adriengriffon.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is. Softly, quietly observe, lest the prey sense what's coming and flee. Watch your every habit. Memorize your every mannerism. See your lovely body clothed in nothing but water and honeyed soap while I remember the taste of your skin and the sound of your sweet moans on a lonely, moonlit beach.

Such a tease.

You look good in silk the color of blood. A strapless number, to show off all that tempting, smooth skin.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

*softer* And you know then that you are the last man to touch me so. Deacon refuses to take even a sip of what I offer. I think that he fears the blood god within would come out, if he were to even let himself go that much.

*purrs* But you, you wouldn't lose control, would you? If I were to offer myself, to writhe and moan as I did that night, to whimper in pain and in pleasure and offer you my body and my throat for your pleasure?

Something long and sheer, and strapless. With a slit on the side up to the thigh. And a dressing gown of course, at least at first; to cover the bruises just enough to make you want to rip it off me. Dark red I think, the deep rich color of heart's blood. I shall wear it tonight.

[adriengriffon.livejournal.com]

*his eyes close and he shivers* I just might. You never know, ma chere. I am patient, but this is as much a test of self-control as it is a test of wits. And I find lately that my control hangs by rapidly fraying threads.

What I want is to see you chained, naked and helpless before me, clothed only in your ownn blood from a million small wounds. Your eyes would be wide with fear and you'd be struggling not to scream as I came closer with the knife again...

You are such a tease, ma chere.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

*dark smile* Would I be on my knees before you, arms held up by the chains? Would I be spread eagle. lying flat on the bed with my sweet blood soaking into the sheets? Or standing, while the edge of your blade traces it's way up my inner thigh or winds it's way down the curve of my breast to my abdomen?

Ah, but then I am not prey. Something that I always know, and you might want to remember. So what I do, I will do of my own free will. Including the very moment I allow to snap those chains around my wrists and ankles.

And I think, yes. I shall wear red tonight. And you can imagine that the cloth is a trail of blood, cascading down my body that you have caressed and spread wide, opened to your dark lusts, your desires. With the sharp edge of your dagger leading the way, parting both the lace and cloth, and finally flesh. Will you touch me, will you taste me then?