Perilous

Spare Me

Stumbling into the hallway to meet Peri's glare, she swiftly closed Haileys door behind her praying he wouldn't go in.

"Perhaps chains would be fitting since you can't seem to comprehend simple instructions." he ran long black talons through his hair and sighed. He looked frustrated and completely through with Fenix.

She took notice to his attitude and made note to tread lightly for the night, but then how would she ask?

"It won't happen again." she hung her head low not wishing to cause further conflict. She too was exhausted by today's events, but she knew sleep wouldn't over take her tonight without filling her insatiable thirst.

It wasn't like the days before that the sun would rise and set without a thought of food passing Fenix' mind. Her throat throbbed painfully dry and sore. Aching for the warm fluid drug. She could almost taste it at the thought, thoughts she began to lose herself in. Dazed she licked her lips and bore holes in the floor with her eyes. She couldn't face him, couldn't ask anything of him after the stunt she pulled tonight.

When he finally began on the way to the room she breathed a sigh of relief. She walked slowly behind his large body talkng advantage of his back to her she smacked her forehead.

Get it together.

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Rummaging through the large mirror-dresser in search for a t-shirt in a sea full of button ups and polos was beginning to seem pointless. She turned to face him clutching the grey towel to herself. "I need my own-" she began in a demanding tone and then remembered her mischievous events. Not tonight. "Can I please get my clothes from home?" She reworded smoothly.

"You don't like my style?" his eyes flashed with offensive humor. This meant nothing, she knew better than to partake in the light hearted look. He would flip on a dime.

"Everything is black."

"That is my color."

"Everything is formal!" she whined.

"I am a Ruler."

"Well I can't sleep comfortably in a button up shirt Perilous." She involuntarily raised her lip in a snarl.

"Watch it" he warned taking a seat on leather couch beside the large windows, scotch in hand.

"Fine" she mumbled buttoning up one of his black long sleeve shirts. The material was rich but she wouldn't admit that. And the sleeves went way passed her own leaving her hands invisible. When she was finished dressing herself she huffed and headed to bed.

"Come here." he squinted his eyes at her suspiciously as she approached. The ivory armchair stood bold statement in the black and grey interior. Between the red moon seeping in through the window and the grey canopy bed, as if it stood in symbolism of peace and quiet vs the horrors of the outside.

After a few moments under his furrowed brows she began shifting the weight on her feet. The crimson light glowed against her lightly freckles cheeks and caused her mix matched eyes to twinkle more so than usual.

The silence became deafening and her eyes twitched in anticipation.

Is this the part with the chains? she thought worriedly. Had she really caused that much trouble that they would be back to square one?

"What's is your problem?" she avoided his eyes and stared into his drink. He swirled the liquid around the thick glass cup and took a swing. Noticing her fixation  he offered her a sip.

He raised the short glass to to her pouted lips, which she parted and accepted.

The liquor burned her throat and caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. The vanilla notes weren't enough to save her from the kick of the bourbon. She pursed her full lips in scorn and held her dainty hands against them to avoid spitting. "That's disgusting."