Scourge skipped a breath, he didn't expect her to stop. Neither did he expect to be in such close proximity
to her. Which did frighten scourge. Though you probably couldn't tell past those sunglasses. His hands instinctively shot up around her forearms.
Funny. He hadn't actually made physical contact with rosy in years. How strange. She felt soft through gloved hands. And sadly. In scourges state of mind. "So?" Scourge stated. Quietly his voice was hoarse, like his throat was dry. He couldn't help but notice how little she had changed. first in regard of how far she should spread her legs over a male.
He mentally slapped himself. not the time. That was one of scourges many problems. The constant need for sex. His grip on rosy's arms loosened. This girls other problem was. She'd been in this castle for so long. Not that she should go outside.
For the sake of others. But staying here probably only made her even more insane. And her third problem was sitting beneath her. She wanted to kill scourge. Which did puzzle him. Why him and no one else? Not that she hadn't tried to 'squish' others in the past, but he was the sole target of her hatred. He didn't really know.
Rosy squirmed in scourges grip. Her arms, tried pulling away. To no avail. While rosy could kill with her hammer, when it came to physical strength, she was actually pretty lacking in that department. She growled at the green hedgehog. Usually she would have been trying to kill him right now.
Finding a strain on her legs, she came down to kneel on scourges lap. Almost straddling him. Since rosy was technically only eleven, she didn't really know this wasn't proper behavior for a lady. But even if she did know. She probably wouldn't care.
When she felt scourges hands loosen her hands instantly found home on his neck. Squeezing slightly. "SO?" Rosy screeched. She was sick of this hedgehog he'd always ignored her always left her alone and he asked , 'so?' so clairvoyantly it made her want to throw up. Her brought her face closer to scourges, causing their mussels to touch. "You make me sick, you worthless hedgehog." She growled. A small piece of seriousness and sanity breaking through her usual wall of malice and instability.
Scourge jumped, and chocked out when he was suddenly grasped by his neck. "R-rosy!" Scourge growled through sharp incisors. His ears folded back when she yelled at him. His glasses even slipped off his mussel slightly. When rosy's face made contact with his own. He flushed slightly. This girl. Apparently she had no concept of the term personal space. She never had. He knew that well.
He actually felt his blood pressure rise. He hadn't ever heard rosy speak in such a way, it was like she used to be only for a moment, when she really never held interest in scourge, only when she was attacking him. He remembered the day she changed too. In-fact he had tried to forget it whole heartedly, she had been trying to make herself older, probably so he would pay more attention to her, he felt the smallest pang of guilt about that. Not only for her but himself.
If he had acknowledged her even a little back then maybe she wouldn't have turned out this way. Maniacal. And insane. His thoughts were interrupted when she added more pressure to his neck. He growled at the female. His forehead moved quickly to come in contact with hers, His hands again came in contact with her arms, this time squeezing painfully hard ripping them away from his throat. Rosy actually winced. "What the hell do you know about me!" Scourge accused his glasses slipping off due to the sharp movement.
Rosy could now see those bright icy blue eyes, though his eyes were blood-shot, and it seemed as if he had been crying. Rosy now felt intimidated, first time in awhile actually. Scourge was actually making her back arch so he was in a way leaning over her. His teeth were grinding together, his hands squeezed her peachy arms tightly.
One thing scourge really did forget, although rosy looked older, she was still a child. Tears formed in her large eyes. Her hands started to quiver. Her mind was seriously in turmoil. Like she was about to have a mental break down. Her face was buried into scourge's scarred chest. She sobbed almost uncontrollably.
Scourge actually jumped. His expression fell from the enraged anger it had been only moments before to an expression of complete shock. He couldn't, no wouldn't believe it. This creature that had only moments ago been ready to smash his skull into a million pieces was now buried in the little chest fur he had.
Crying. He hadn't seen rosy cry before. His hands were about to release her arms, before he remembered she had just tried to strangle him before his hands released her arms, and she was pulled to his chest even further and quite roughly, scourge the hedgehog was hugging rosy the rascal, no one would believe It even if they saw it. "I-I'm sorry." Scourge muttered. He didn't apologize often. If at all. He rested his head awkwardly on rosy's cranium.
Rosy's eyes snapped open as she was pulled into an embrace. "W-what..?" she asked through sobs. She herself felt conflicted, bite his throat out, or return the embrace. She chose the later, bringing her arms around scourges waist squeezing tightly. "I want to be normal again scourgey." she said quietly. She really did. She hated the constant need for destruction. In a way. She wanted to be like Amy. But from what she'd seen amy had completely made it through her ring transformation. She closed her eyes, scourge sure was warm.
Scourge was listening very carefully. Fully on guard. But somewhat relaxed. His hand was placed on rosy's back weary of the sharp quills that were hidden under her shirt. "maybe we'll find a way, huh?" he replied to her softly. He did feel the urge to help her. Though it was out of selfish need, if she was fixed.
He wouldn't have to fight for his life. And maybe she'd get the hell out of his castle. Maybe. But who knows. Scourge felt so tired. Even more so than before. Before he knew it he'd fallen asleep. Quite a stupid move considering who was perched in his lap.
He needn't have worried though. The beast known as rosy the rascal had also fallen into unconsciousness.
