(DISCONTINUED) 𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 ⇁ 𝒙𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

❝  COURAGE IS NOT THE ABSENCE OF FEAR,
BUT THE TRIUMPH OVER IT. ❞
- NELSON MANDELA

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

YOU GLARED UP AT HIM as he glared back. he quickly took his hands from his grip, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you into the tree, he grabbed the knife from the oak, the opal blade shinning in the moonlight. a gift from violet, representing difference upon you both. 

he chuckled softly, spinning the blade in his large fingers. 

"from violet, eh?" he pressed the knife to your jaw. you grabbed the handle, right over his hand and pushing it away from your face, dark blood still dripping down your face. 

"so?" you challenged. trying to pry the blades from his hands. your jaw clenched as you leaned forward. you hated how he was attractive, and he knew it. 

the shadows curled around him as his was just a hair away from you. 

"you should use your blade to akila..." 

"pardon?" you said, your breath hitching. who he hell was akila?

"second year with dark green hair, shes been on your ass." you watch his had moved your cloak aside, slowly sliding the dagger back into your ribs sheaths. "she'll think twice about those dirty looks once you show that pretty little knife to her." he then makes eye contact you you, his eyes lingering on your cheek, and your ever so slightly bruised neck. 

"why? because my death and blood are meant on your hands? please." you spat. "you and your little posse can hop off my dick, you're not killing me." 

"do you plan on telling anyone about my little club?" he raised his eye brow, still inches from your face. 

"no." you said truthfully, you've seen his wrath, it was a good idea to not tell. 

"why not?" he examines your face, your pale skin with the red blood smeared on your cheek, contrasting your white hair and your soft pink lips with bright e/c eyes emotionless as ever. "it's illegal for the children of separatist officers to assemble in-" 

"-groups larger than three, yeah, i get it, you aren't hurting anyone, well other than me. with that, i don't mind."

"so, you aren't going to run to mommy or dain-" 

"please." you exaggerate. "that's the last thing i would do, my moms a pain in the ass and dain is too stuck trying to get violet out of coming here, so there's no point in getting any of their attention." 

he looks at you silently, searching for a lie behind your eyes, but i was pure truth. 

"i'm not telling." you assure, shrugging slightly.

"interesting." he said softly. "we'll see if you keep your word, and if you do, then it looks like i owe you a favor." you then feel a sense of relief you barely ever felt before, as he takes a step back and starts to walk away. he started to climb the staircase. 

"wait, you aren't going to kill me?" you called. 

"not tonight." he called after you. 

"why not?" 

"you'll put a fight for your stupid sister or whatever," then disappearing you hear a quick. "get to bed." you feel your self smile softly, your heart fluttering with relief, clutching the strings of your satchel.