Mercy Tompson. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mercysgarage) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg, |
Her eyes fell shut and her grip on Faith's arms loosen, she instead pinned Faith to the wall with her own naked frame then took a hand and brought it to slid down Faith's cheek. Mercy could smell Faith's confusion, she took a deep breath in inhaling her surroundings being this close to the other woman sent bumps over her skin, however she could also smell someone else all over Faith's skin. Now she knew how she felt, betrayed, betrayed by her new friend it made her feel sick or like she had been kicked in the stomach sending all the wind out of her body.
She opened her eyes again showing how hurt she was.“I trusted you with my life and you slapped me in the face, was he a good fuck then? His stench is all over your sweet skin.” Her eyes were narrow as she looked into the chocolate browns of the other woman. Her voice was more husky then usual. Somehow the animal inside of her was coming out in a way it never had before, speaking through her almost.
Mercy did her best to get a grip on herself but it was hard, she had no idea why she was acting this way but the feelings were genuine as far as she could tell. She could hear herself talk sounding like Bran, the head of the Werewolves when she had done something bad as a child, or even more appropriate Adam whens he had let him down over something. Shaking her head Mercy let go of Faith and backed up, she folded her arms over herself, turning a cold shoulder she walked away from Faith. “I guess I am.” She chocked out in a tone more her own.