The Death of Who?
Aug 10, 2015 12:26:02 GMT
Post by Maverick Taurus Rotburn on Aug 10, 2015 12:26:02 GMT
Fingertips touch the throbbing area tentatively. The subsiding shock being rapidly replaced with arousal. Never has he let another touch him like that without fighting back. It's almost submissive in a way. If it had been anyone else he's sure he would be deeply offended.
And Albus just had to call him out on every little detail too. Throwing out implications and demanding answers from him. To actually hear that the other could possible 'care' about Maverick... it ignites the need to fight again. To refuse backing down. Those horrible things the Potter male said about the muggle being his. It infuriates the Rotburn youth.
Laughter bubbles out, uncontrollable and high.
"Let them." Came Maverick's reply. Really he should just shut it, but when he gets like this nothing matters to him anymore. "Let them figure it out and come for me. I'll slaughter them all."
He slings himself around, looking for anything to destroy. Nothing good enough though no matter where he searches and always it seems his eyes land back on Albus. The perfect statue of wrath by the door. The magic overpowering and filling the room.
"It appears you've come to a few conclusions." His rant continues, Why don't I solidify them shall I?" He holds out both arms, displaying the ugliest side of him to the quiet stillness of the other. The break in his posh mask and the wash of the civilized skin makes Maverick feel as if he's soaring through harmless flames. Untouchable and defiant to the last. "If I can't have you, no one will."
He takes a formal bow. His proclamation isn't as bold and flamboyant as Albus' had been during their last encounter, but it's scathing and threating in nature. It's exactly how he feels about the situation. "I don't care if I have to be the bad guy in this fairytale, Albus."
And Albus just had to call him out on every little detail too. Throwing out implications and demanding answers from him. To actually hear that the other could possible 'care' about Maverick... it ignites the need to fight again. To refuse backing down. Those horrible things the Potter male said about the muggle being his. It infuriates the Rotburn youth.
Laughter bubbles out, uncontrollable and high.
"Let them." Came Maverick's reply. Really he should just shut it, but when he gets like this nothing matters to him anymore. "Let them figure it out and come for me. I'll slaughter them all."
He slings himself around, looking for anything to destroy. Nothing good enough though no matter where he searches and always it seems his eyes land back on Albus. The perfect statue of wrath by the door. The magic overpowering and filling the room.
"It appears you've come to a few conclusions." His rant continues, Why don't I solidify them shall I?" He holds out both arms, displaying the ugliest side of him to the quiet stillness of the other. The break in his posh mask and the wash of the civilized skin makes Maverick feel as if he's soaring through harmless flames. Untouchable and defiant to the last. "If I can't have you, no one will."
He takes a formal bow. His proclamation isn't as bold and flamboyant as Albus' had been during their last encounter, but it's scathing and threating in nature. It's exactly how he feels about the situation. "I don't care if I have to be the bad guy in this fairytale, Albus."