Nyx (beautylies) wrote in rewritethreads, @ 2020-10-19 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: eris wilkes, character: hector avery, player: amy, player: lily |
Who Eris & Hector.
Where His Home.
What He decided to tempt fate.
When Late Sunday, Oct 18 (Backdated).
Rating High.
Normarily Eris wouldn’t have commented on such a bleeding heart sort of entry. Yet when she happened upon it and saw that Hector had not only written this Miss Thomas, but had been openingly flirting with her she saw red. Literally. The quill she’d been holding was bent in half as she tried to contain the rage she felt only to have splinters of it shatter outward as it broke under the strain. The brief blood droplets alerted her to the mishap before her mind registered any sort of discomfort. It was that that forced her to write a very brief and not threatening message to the girl before she went to clean herself up, wrapping her hand and finding a replacement quill. Hard to write a long drawn out threat when one was bleeding all over their journal. How threatening would it seem to have your own blood smeared on the page? As Eris stared down at her hand, flexing her fingers in the bandage her thoughts briefly strayed to Eros and perhaps visiting him to have him fix it. She was then distracted as both Jacen and Margaux began to write to her about her ‘claws’ being out. Was it true? Eris would deny it until the day she died. What was there to be jealous over? Hector clearly had gone mad to flirt with that. That girl was classless and must have been touched by some sort of addlement charm to think that anyone would believe for a second that she was ‘homeschooled’. But there it was in black and white. Calming herself, Eris attempted to write more but with each stroke of her quill she found her anger creeping back in. Especially as Hector began to speak to her and to deny everything that she read with her own eyes. And, despite his assurances that there was no interest other than for information, she couldn’t bring herself to trust him. As much as, on some level, she wanted to, she simply couldn’t. Sometimes even when things were in the past, they still came back to haunt you in the present. A truth that came with every female face in her life. One thing he was able to do was something that only he could. Despite her fury with him at what happened, Eris was….interested. He’d said something that he knew would draw her in and it did every single time. She knew better than to translate his words when he wrote in Spanish, as she knew to stay several feet away from him when he began to speak it. She’d meant what she said about falling apart in his arms when he spoke. The way his voice rolled in that tongue? The way it washed over her? He was dangerous for her and she couldn’t lose this battle of wills. Not this time. That was the thought in mind as Eris apparated from her home into his. As usual, rather than using a more ‘polite’ way and knocking, she appeared directly inside though when she saw him, she sidestepped him to avoid being in arms reach. He wouldn’t win this time. “Mon coeur” she greeted in a pur. “Not searching out your tart?” |