fool's gold {ark and krys} blitz
May 17, 2016 14:47:35 GMT -5
Post by Python on May 17, 2016 14:47:35 GMT -5
ARK WILLIAMS.
His mind flatlined. There it was again, tracing venom in a conscience that so long ago had forced Krys into selling his soul. On better days, Krys was just a troubled nurse with a knack for sarcasm. On days like this, he was a cold bitch, and as much as Ark could assign insults it was his own fault he behaved this way. He was a prisoner, of course he was bitter and pissed off no matter how polite or reasonable Ark tried to be. But it’s been two fucking years, Krys, are you not over it yet?
Humans never heal the same way. You know that, idiot.
He didn’t have a comeback to the bitter onslaught. Krys tore himself away and he didn’t pursue him, the alcohol in his blood wiping his mind into a blank slate. For the first time in a long time, he was at somebody else’s mercy, and he was not equipped to handle it with anything but the furrowing of his brow. Being powerless was not his forte.
There were two options to consider: accepting the deal, or shoving him out of the way to return to the sea of people who would surely treat him with a little more respect. Krys was not going to get a goddamn explanation out of him, no matter how cute and huffy he acted.
Then again, option one sounded more fun. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was attached to his own drug mule in the worst ways, and resisting the opportunity seemed like a waste. If Krys wanted it, then there was a mutual desire. Perhaps it was not the same desire, what with Krys’ contempt sewn between every perfect pore of his face, but something was better than nothing.
He also couldn’t shake the vibrations in his veins when he heard Krys assert himself for once. It was worryingly arousing.
”Have it your way,” he replied calmly, ”We’ll go up to my room.”
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