"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
(Swedish/v.) A desire to experience new things; anticipation for the unknown.
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"You travelled quite far...For what, hm? For me to partake in that little plan of yours? Ah, you never do change, do you?" The man purred mockingly as he caressed her long black hair, pushing it behind her ear.
She smiled with her pouty pink lips, although the man wasn't stupid, he knew how deceiving her smiles were. She was a vixen. Sexy but dangerous, but that is what he likes after all. With a tight grip, she pushed his rough hand away, "Why change when I'm already perfect?" She said with a taunt as she confidently pushed herself against the man. He chuckled darkly, enjoying her advances. She was a master of manipulation, and for the time being, he was going to let her have her way.
"So what do you say? Join me?" She said with a playful smirk as she dipped her fingertips lower and lower down his broad chest. He grinned darkly before leaning in, while she eagerly anticipated for his answer. Finally, his lips brushed against her ear.
"Fuck no."
He stepped back and enjoyed the sight; she was fuming. He knew her better than she knew herself. She wasn't nice. She wasn't patient. She was a spoiled bitch; who always got what she wanted no matter what. And the best part, it took little to make her snap. "What do you fucking mean by no?" She hissed. Suddenly all seductive advantages dropped, and her golden eyes were ablaze; the realher shining through. "You heard me, no. What do I benefit from this, huh? Seems like a lot of work for jack shit."
"The chance to hurt him. A chance to make him realize he is no better than us. That at the end of the day he is just like me." She hissed, bitterness laced with every word. The man shook his head and tapped his chin, "That sounds more like a you problem. I gain nothing from this." He said swiftly and crossed his arms. She laughed wickedly and shook her head, "Gain nothing from this? How about finally getting the revenge you always wanted, for the death of your poor innocent sister?" She purred out.
The man's shoulder's tensed as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair. His sister was his weak spot. It was what made him go went mad, shaped him into the man he was now, a ruthless killer. "If I wanted revenge I could just kill you." She smiled amiably before walking back towards him and letting a finger trace along his clenched jaw, "You're right, you could kill me and get your revenge. But we both know that would be no fun because you want the world to know how strong you are. How dangerous of a Waterbender you are. And killing me wouldn't be a big enough meal to feed your ego. But damaging him would."
He laughed bitterly; she indeed was the master of manipulation. Knowing precisely what buttons to press to make someone bend head over heels for her. "Fine, I'll play along. I'll depart in two days from when you leave." She smiled, happy she got her way. "Perfect, I'll be arriving a few days before him. Plenty of time to make sure everything is in place." With a quick turn on her heels, she began walking away, "When I get there you better be ready." He said roughly. She continued walking away, but he could see her look over her shoulder with a grin, "Do I ever disappoint?"
