Wincest! // {Circe+Kirito}

Cold. It wrapped around his neck like the claws of a mid arctic demon reaching out to steal his soul. In moments is breath was whipped away from the safety of his lunges and his eyes had grown wide in utter shock. Yet what was he expecting, she was a career after all. Circe Lyon was a girl not to be daunting towards from what he could tell. However he wasn't ready to just let her wriggle away by her fearful tactics. No. He had a purpose.

For some odd reason he really couldn't explain he felt more calm with her hands wrapped around his tender neck than before. Perhaps his survival instincts were taking over his fear. Yet if that were the case why wasn't he trying to escape her grip. Whatever the reason was Kirito actually felt relaxed enough to speak out to her without his voice shaking like the legs of a newborn foul.

With a slow breath in Kirito gently placed his hands over hers and actually dared to look the girl in the eyes. "Listun, I would neva say you didn' love ya brother. I could tell ya did and that he felt the same. I wanted to come an talk to ya because of that. Because I am very similar to you. Not in a career way, but in the truth that I love my brother too. My twin, just like you."

As Kirito's words sailed wishfully off into the distance he prayed that she would release him. Hopefully she understood that he was just reaching out to some one in this world who he could relate to. Perhaps the only other person in all of Panem to actually know how it was to feel such a love for someone so close to you. Hopefully she would see that all Kirito was, was genuine. 

The sweet rush of cool air filtered into Kirito's yearning lunges as Circe's cruel grip relaxed. Even with her hands slowly retracting from his deliquiet neck Kirito could feel his heart fighting like a war hammer within his chest. Kirito begged that the startling career couldn't hear its enormous pangs. Kirito could even feel his hands shaking as he stared deep into her eyes. However what he saw wasn't anger or even shock, he saw intrigue. She was testing him, searching his depths to know if his words were lined with golden truth or with the dark callings of lies. Her next move would determine the results.

An even louder sigh of relief escaped Kirito's lips as Circe's hands fully left their home on the tenderness of his neck. However he let out a startled squeal as Circe's hands suddenly interlocked with his. If Kirito's heart wasn't racing before it sure as hell was now as he laid a complete victim to her every will. For some reason, perhaps his bashfulness, Kirito could not find it within himself to stop anything that Circe wanted to do. She was in complete control like a Queen over her enslaved people. 

Kirito was whipped out of his long gaze into her gorgeous eyes as she ripped her own stare away and dragged him out of the training center. Instantly Kirito's mind was racing in a million directions. Part of hi wondered if she planned to hurt him and simply didn't want anyone to see or Ripred knows what else. All Kirito knew as she led him like a blind mouse was that he had no say in it.

With a quaint hum the elevator doors shut and Kirito blinked in surprise as she clicked the button marked eleven. Why in the world would a top notch career like Circe Lyon be taking Kirito to his own suite? However Kirito had to admit he enjoyed the constant warmth her soft hand supplied against his. He had spent many long nights without Ikaia's there to welcome his in return. Yet her hands were much smaller and quite a bit softer than Ikaia's but Kirito couldn't help but like them all the same. They were there for his to grasp, exactly what he needed.

Kirito let out a small laugh as Circe hummored him by boldly stating that she still found it hard to remember he even had a mentor. Although Kirito really enjoyed Katelyn and her advice in the moment all he could focus on was Circe as she pulled him out of the elevator.

Then once again it happened... Kirito found himself swimming within the deep richness of Circe's eyes as her words slipped from her mouth like silver silk. Kirito even found himself smiling as she too seemed to search for words. Softly Kirito let his voice fill the still air surrounding them, "Yea he is back in elevun." Although not a very long answer Kirito didn't want to risk saying anything to provoke his deadly acquaintance. Ripred knew she had a short fuse anyhow.

Circe was a black widow, and she had Kirito caught within her unavoidable web. With just simplistic and light movements she could send cascading fear or delight through Kirito's body. She had lured him into her trap. Although they stood within the abandoned floor for Kirito's district he was not at all the king. No, here and anywhere the widow went she was Queen. All it took was a few of her golden glossed words of venom to be hooked. Like an addiction to the sweetest of nectars collected from the flowers of forsaken stories. 

Kirito could feel his lip quiver as her finger gently slid across it giving him just another little tug upon her web. All he could see was her eyes shining like pulsating orbs of radiant light. All he could taste was the sweetness of her toxicity breath. All he could feel was the inviting warmth that swirled from her to him through the cool day's air. However Kirito did have to admit he could still feel the clamoring of his heart as it pounded against his chest like the hooves a a valiant steed. Yet he was not afraid, he was enticed. He craved to keep her attention, to keep the lovely spider from using her fangs.

Kirito could feel the hairs on the back of his neck freeze like shimmering icicles as her words sung soft waves of addiction to his ears. Inside himself Kirito could feel an odd sensation swirling, could it be... courage? Surely it was as he leaned in even closer to her as he placed his lips just centimeters away from her ears. It was there that he slowly whispered his words of love.

"Not only is he that, but he is the heart to my heartbeat. Without him my world would cease from turnin'. Everythin would fade into a bottomless chasm of pain and agony. I would ratha be dead than in a world without him." With Kirito's free hand he softly ran a finger down the soft hills of Circe's cheek. "If I were to die I could garuntee ya, he would be waitin' for meh on the otha side. We both know there is no life without each otha. That is what it's like to still be in love."