Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments :(
What if Sebastian was a master at demon seduction? Erm, yeah . . . random idea . . . erm . . . Enjoy! (I hope)
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Toxic
The taste of your poison paradise
I'm addicted to you; don't you know that you're toxic?
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He is liquid poison.
With every breath, every word, Isabelle feels herself slipping further under his spell.
Sebastian knows this – she can see it in his eyes. See it in the way that he looks at her so intensely – as if he can climb inside her head and read her every unspeakable thought.
She wants to scream her frustration, at this force he has over her, but one look into the black abyss that is those eyes and she is drawn back in – falling further and further, further . . .
Sometimes Isabelle questions this pull he has over – this indescribable pull, almost . . . supernatural in a way – but then she looks up and he catches her eye and she finds that she cannot remember what she was thinking about.
When he finds her alone in the Penhallows library one night suddenly his silken words and molten black eyes are too hard to resist.
He is liquid poison.
With every touch, every kiss, Isabelle feels him seeping into her bloodstream. Filling up the pure crevices of her heart until her mind is just a foggy, endless reel of him, him, him . . . His fingers in her hair, his lips at her throat.
He is liquid poison. Isabelle never wants it to end.
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A/N: I've never written anything so . . . weird. Ahhh well, I'm in a weird mood.
If anyone's reading this, hope you liked. Review? Maybe. Meh.
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