Finally got my happiness back sort of.
Anyways I re-read Skulduggery Pleasant: Death Bringer which kind of inspired this story.
I had to pretty much make up Larrikin's character (minus Larrikin's humor which is depicted in the book briefly) so bare with me.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Skulduggery Pleasant or its characters but if I would love to own Ravel and Vex ;)
Give me love like her,
1905 -A small city in the County of Galway
Sheets rustled as the lithe form twisted and turned against the binding fabric. Soft mumblings of incoherent words were spoken, head rolling from one side to the other leaving soft dark strands of hair to fall across her forehead and face. Legs twisted lashing out to kick the heavy blankets off her form and over the edge of the mattress.
Serpine moved stealthily creeping up towards the unaware blonde man. Raising his skinless, blood coated hand as he moved closer to attack his target. "Vex!" he screamed sprinting quickly moving to intercept the attack. He acted out of instinct pushing Vex out of the way leaving him to fall to the hard ground. Arms stretched out in a protective stance, the purple vapour hand pointed at his form as the necromancer beam of energy hit him. Sharp treacles of pain ripped through his being unable to do anything but voice screams full of pure pain and agony. "Larrikin!" that was the last sound that he heard before the world went cold and heavy.
A Loud scream left her lips at the vivid vision leaving sharp treacles of pain that lashed out against her nerves. Trying to escape the dull, diluted version of pain, she let tears slip down her cheeks, rolling onto the side and off the mattress.
A sharp hiss left lips as she sprawled out across the cool floorboards rubbing the aching area off her shoulder. Leaving her forehead against the cool surface she tried to calm her erratic heart and breathe. Frigid air lapped against the light sheen of sweat coated across heated skin which had resulted from the terror previously witnessed. Hair and nerves stood on end, it felt as if someone had stabbed millions of tiny little pins into every inch of skin and then set her on fire. Her skin ached and temples throbbed she was positive that she was the peach colour with all the blood rushing under her skin.
The pain eventually faded along with most of her body heat leaving her shivering against the slick sheen of sweat and the cold draft blowing into her room. Muttering various soft curses under her breathe as she stretched out the various stiff and sore joints and muscles of her figure. Soft feet padded against the hard surface of the wood as she sat at her vanity gazing at her ashen appearance and shadowed eyes. Shaky fingers moved to wipe silvery trails of saline off her cheeks.
Leaning elbows against the ebony surface, resting her head against her palms. A rough sigh of hot breathe bellowed off cold skin.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone