Title: Control
Pairing: Thornshipping (Y. Marik x Anzu M.)
Time-Frame: Season 3, Episode 38
Dedication: PandaTeddyClaws
Word Count: 757
Note: It's a bit longer than my allotted 500 Words… Oh well.
"You made a mistake coming here," You growl, laughing darkly. Step forward, you see the thinly veiled fear in your Creator's eyes, and you let your sharp gaze skim this new body he has inhabited from top to bottom.
A girl.
Your Creator, willing to stoop so low, is more desperate than you thought. Possessing the body of someone so weak and powerless… It's pathetic.
The girl is one of the Pharaoh's friends. The only female of the group. You'd never given her much thought. She was just another human, not any of your concern, unless she got in your way.
Well she's in your way now.
The gears in your mind start turning. Destroy her, you think. Eliminate your Creator, and make a blow against your enemy as well.
Two birds with one stone.
You lift your Item, your weapon and power, and press it beneath the girl's chin, enjoying the way she lifts her head, the way the muscles of her throat contract as she swallows in fear. Something flashes through her eyes, and you smile. Your Creator may be holding the reins, but there's a part of the girl still in there, watching, helpless and afraid and wholly unable to control her surroundings.
There's something addicting about that.
It's a whole new breed of control.
You find yourself stepping closer, and she backs away, until she's against the railing of the duel tower, and her hands grip the sides, white knuckled, shaking. Her cloudy eyes—only half alive—never leave his face.
"Nowhere to go," You smirk, "And it's a long way to the bottom."
Wind gusts around you, pushing at your thick cloak and lifting her hair in a chestnut halo around her face. The girl looks over her shoulder, over the edge. Then she looks back, and, despite the fear, there's a hint of defiance on her face.
And in this human body, something lurches, a strong carnal urge to drag her away from the edge and against you. Feel her small fragile form in the circle of your arms, so breakable. Press your lips to hers. Taste her tongue. Exercise that control that you can sense at your fingertips.
Will you allow her to live…?
Or will she die here on this tower?
The choice is yours.
"That body doesn't belong to you," The girl, her voice filled with his Creator's undertones, says coldly. She is tense, her body coiled tightly, and you recognize that your Creator is biding his time, waiting for you to relax, to let your guard down. Your Creator, in this young woman's body, is going to attempt to escape.
Fool.
There can be none of that.
You're not done with her.
"That's rather ironic coming from you," You laugh darkly. And without warning you hook one of your Item's golden wings behind the girl's neck and drag her towards you. She tries to hang onto the railing, but your Item digs into her skin. In pulling away she risks impaling her own throat.
That would be a shame.
Only inches from you now, her every movement resisting. Her defiance only increases how much you crave the idea of controlling her. Your every instinct is driving at you to eradicate your Creator and claim this girl for yourself.
"The Pharaoh will defeat you, and you will lose everything," Your Creator hisses, his words dripping with loathing and disgust.
You chuckle, lean in, gaze narrowed, closer and closer, until your lips are brushing hers as you hiss, "I think not,"
There is a moment of stillness, of utter silence, and the wind howling around you, gazes locked, lips touching, both breathing, neither making a sound…
And then you release her.
Her eyes are wide in shock, and the cloudy film that is his Creator's consciousness fades from them. She stumbles away from you, slowly at first, as though waiting for you to grab her. When you don't, she runs to the elevator, fear lending her speed. She glances back only once. And you see in her doe's gaze, in the flush on her cheeks, that she remembers that brief brush of lips. Almost a kiss…but not quite.
You and she are not done.
And then she is gone.
You grin, fold your arms, and consider how to make your Creator disappear. He has been a nuisance for long enough, his lack of existence not a deterrent to his antagonist habits. Though the body he once inhabited belongs to you now, still he puts himself in your path.
But here it ends.
Harboring himself in this girl will simply not do.
He is in the way of what you want.
Control.
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