Post by petserpit on Jan 28, 2015 19:28:16 GMT -5
It was like peeling away a mask of dried skin. A mere second after the somewhat defensive sneer reached his ears, the puffed, wet expression of fever and defeat fell like a loosened mask. Beneath lay a face, lightly twisted with a cold sneer of Serpit's own. It had not happened, he realised. That pit of weakness and hidden truths, lying beneath a deceptive skin had been a delusion. For once his body did not burn under his fur at the shame of pulling the veil over his own eyes, as he thought himself frail from his latent insomnia. His fingers twitched together, still intertwined, as he recalled the shallow incisions at the cuticles. He had been in a tender state of mind before Deception had met him. Surely, the cruel lack of sleep had skewed his perception? Yes, he was quite right.
This was what he was. This expression like that of a nameless ancient Egyptian bust, with it's sedate and sexless smile. It let out a low stream of condescending laughter as it stared up into the face of Ares.
"Why?" he spat the word at last, his voice laced with mockery, though it had a hardened edge. "Would it repulse you? Or would you think your tomhood tainted by such an encounter?" Spurred by a fresh feeling of superiority and a hint of damage to his pride that Deception's question planted, he raised a paw to the tom's abdomen. His feelings of self preservation clouded by a taste for small revenge, he firmly pressed the tip of his forefinger into Deception's navel cavity. He remembered the discomfort such an action could give. With a twitch of his lips, he proceeded to prick the nub of his belly button with an extracted claw, pushing into the centre as if to split it in two. "You would not wish to know me, Deception?" he hissed.
((As with Deception treading on Serpit's tail, you will decide on Deception's reaction here. Sorry you had to wait so long for my post, I know it's not that great. ))
This was what he was. This expression like that of a nameless ancient Egyptian bust, with it's sedate and sexless smile. It let out a low stream of condescending laughter as it stared up into the face of Ares.
"Why?" he spat the word at last, his voice laced with mockery, though it had a hardened edge. "Would it repulse you? Or would you think your tomhood tainted by such an encounter?" Spurred by a fresh feeling of superiority and a hint of damage to his pride that Deception's question planted, he raised a paw to the tom's abdomen. His feelings of self preservation clouded by a taste for small revenge, he firmly pressed the tip of his forefinger into Deception's navel cavity. He remembered the discomfort such an action could give. With a twitch of his lips, he proceeded to prick the nub of his belly button with an extracted claw, pushing into the centre as if to split it in two. "You would not wish to know me, Deception?" he hissed.
((As with Deception treading on Serpit's tail, you will decide on Deception's reaction here. Sorry you had to wait so long for my post, I know it's not that great. ))