Touch Him
You know he loves you.
You can tell by the way he bats those pretty aquamarine eyes at you and the way those muscles tense every time your hands find themselves on his hips. He smiles widely in anticipation of your deceiving touch; dumbly wrapping his pale paper arms around your body trying to claim you for himself.
You laugh; because you know he can't tame the nature that writhes beneath his feet, letting him live off your nutrition and sweet earth. He keeps trying though; smashing his lips into yours, crushing your pretty pink petal lips and smothering them in magenta gore. You smile as his own blood trails from his mouth and dribbles down your chin, he can only lower his eyes and kiss you harder, forcing you to moan for him.
He's desperately trying to catch you. Pretty little Riku doesn't know what he's chasing isn't real. You deceive him with your words and you entice with your touch, and he can't think anymore because of you. You love it; that he loves you and you love that can get away with playing this hurtful game of 'pretend.'
His glass hands dig into your back, begging for everything that you have. You never give, only take as he moans and whimpers under you, you steal his dignity, his love, and his body for your own mutilation. You just grin as your pale red locks drape over your shoulders and your clammy, excited hands grab his writhing hips. You deny him; he still thinks he has control.
He's willing to do anything for you. When you say you don't favor Sora's company; he detaches himself from the boy with out a thought because you have him wrapped around your pretty ivory vine finger, bending him every which way to your pleasing. He doesn't see that he's slowly withering, his hopes and dreams all wrapped around you in his own fairytale world made up of imaginary creatures and faux happily ever afters.
And finally, when he asks if you love him, under moonlight stars that drape in the sky like misplaced fairies drowning in ink; you stop. Your eyes lower to his jade gaze, a clash of pure cobalt and acidic ocean. You grip his silver hair, making his blank paper lips part; (his lips are always ready to write what you want on them) and you kiss him lightly. Riku eagerly presses his pretty body against yours, reaching up to embrace your neck with his strong, and manipulated arms. You smirk into the kiss and pull your lips away centimeters before whispering a cold.
"No."
You expect those jewel stone eyes to shatter in hurt and those lips to rip apart into a frown; realizing the deceit that you have put him through. You tore him away from his family and burned him under your commands that ripped through his thoughts like wild fire, all hidden under the lies of love you spewed from your poisonous mouth. But instead, his pretty snow frosted jade eyes glances up at you, shaded in the darkness and harsh contrast of street lights, and they glimmer with composed emotion.
"I know."
That's when you realize; he was controlling you. You were the one obsessed with the silver haloed angel that manipulated your thoughts and made you engrossed with his own faux obsession. Your poison pink lips curled into a smile and you laugh; letting a baritone noise escape your pale throat and drift into the night.
You realize; the lies never end.