notes: so you're probably not going to get this unless you're Elaswye/Narshean Princess/
Gabranth Lord Bahamut, because those three are central in an RP I'm in, and I didn't really
get into depth about who Mikura is. :P Long story short, she's my Dissidia OC, a Chaos warrior,
intent on killing Zidane because she thought he killed Kuja in FFIX.
on your knees like a church boy
.
(is it so wrong
to want more than you are given?)
.
When the sheets were twisted around their figures like the snares of a grapevine and sweat dripped from their skin, Mikura was only just realizing that this was something she would never make it out of alive.
Kefka chuckled, acid emerald eyes focused on her face as she tried to catch her breath.
"Tired already, m'dear? I'd've taken you for a more...enduring sort!"
She opened her eyes and glared at the man above her, and, without saying a word, lunged upward, the cords in her neck standing out, and bit him on the neck. Her teeth tore into his skin, leaving a deep cresent mark, and his blood spattered on her teeth.
The clown let out a shriek of pain and delight, and his fingernails dug into her waist, breaking the skin and drawing some blood of her own. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!"
And, as she pretended to struggle (because she wanted it, really, it was all just a show) and he ended up beating her, as usual, Mikura found she didn't want to make it out of their little tryst alive. Whether he killed her (and what a magnificent death that would be, really) or Zidane, her stupid monkey brother, killed her, or even if she ended up killing herself, it was all worth it for this.
If I die, Mikura thought as the clown's nails tore into her shoulders, let me die in the middle of this.
fin