It's not that I hadn't thought of it before, there are times when I just can't help but wonder.
The mere thought and envisioning of her animated face, whenever she scowls at me makes me wonder: Do I even stand a chance?
With her lovely curly locks of red hair, her pale-pink skin and those soft, subtly puckered lips.
I feel my spine in drizzle-like tingles of delight, every time I think how her face would plump and she would look so pretty, whenever she'd pout or would send me a not-so amused glare. Her curls would bend and curl over her brow and cheeks, giving her facial features a younger and more child-like image. Her bright green eyes would narrow in an attempt to threaten me in a glare, just as her sweet voice with her empty words, and the looks she would send me would bring forth more delightful shivers lapping like crashing waves against my skin.
I actually enjoy listening to her feminine and strong voice, as she would complain how I would never succeed in my deeds, how her freak friends would rescue her and would defeat me like they always do. But of course, I pay none of that any mind and tell her, time and time again, how my plans are sealed and how I am sure to defeat them, if only to see her crushed, and oddly enough, interesting saddened face.
In spite their success to the rescue, time and time again, all I really care about in those short lived moments were to have her there, to feel her quivering mentally and physically under my mercy, to watch her crumble as her friends fall one by one.
I feel excited whenever she's there, yelling, screaming or just being a pest, and for some reason I like it about her.
I admit I've ignored these feelings every time I look at her, merely because she's with the enemy and would never join my side, and yet I find myself longing to touch her, to hold her and to just have her there even if we were never meant to be.
It is said people want what they cannot reach, so I guess the same applies to me.
I want her and yet I know it could never be, because of many reasons I can't even begin to count, but four green reasons are more than enough to deter me from trying to win her affection. As if her rejection wasn't bad enough, their rejection only makes it worse. So I do whatever I can and whenever I can to bring her as close to me as possible.
Every time I haul her feather-weight body over my shoulder and her scent filling my nose, her skin against my own, I am reminded time and time again of how much I really want her.
The chances of her ditching those freaks and staying with me are slim to none, but try and try again, she will be mine.
And I won't rest until she is, and those accursed freaks are gone!
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A/N: An oldtoon snippet; I don't think I've done any of those before. This is just something short I thought of on a spur about a week ago, don't wanna mention names cause it's pretty obvious who it is, huh.