Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frostandsnow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
He hadn’t flipped out at her for the slip of the tongue that had her calling him Sammy, in fact he’d just sort of looked confused, It was a definite step in some kind of direction. She hoped it was the right one. Because there had been no malice in it. Nothing, simply it was a name, a nickname, something very simple. But then it wasn’t was it. Sammy, its what his family called him, or demons looking to mock him. And all he’d done is looked somewhat confused but remailed silent, she’d let it go for now, try it again conciously at some point, see what happened.
And yes, she still heard that need, that desperation in his voice. He was getting hooked on her blood and it should have been everything she wanted, so why the hell did it hurt so much, Why was she so worried that she was hurting him when she’d known from the start that she would be. That she’d been lying to him. She took her time to mull this over and watched him dress, not taking her usual attitude of admiring the view, so much was the feeling overwhelming to her.
You’re gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours
People will die, innocents, by your hand.
Kill her and you’ll raise my Father.
You’ll be rewarded, more than you can even imagine.
It has to be you Sammy...
I can explain...
Sad fact was she couldn’t. There was nothing at all that she could say to make this any better. No way to explain, so the lies would continue. And she’d continue to do what she knew and love the man in front of her, hide the guilt and the worry. And just do what he wanted, have a night of fun. A happy night with just him and her and apparently the stars, she slipped on a pair of panties and her bra swinging her legs over the side of the bed looking through the few pairs of jeans and tops she’d brought and taking the chance to run a brush through her unsuprisingly tangled hair, brushing it out into its mostly natural bouncy ringletted style.
“You got me all curious, all the time I’ve been in the world and I never really thought of the beauty of Creation. I should have really, so you and me, we’ll go, we’ll look at the stars and it’ll be amazing. Por whatever else you’re planning for tonight.”, she pulled on a pair of jeans and held up two tops, “Plain black or the one with the little devil on it” she asked, with a grin, “Couldn’t resist when I saw it” she joked.