Aye, you shouldn't read this.

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D: I've given you a fair warning, my fellow roleplayers. This will kill your muse ten times over.

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"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," I cry, my palms pressed against his clothed chest, his uniform getting in the way of my nails.

"You're the one who got involved with me," he sighs, touching
the top of my head gently, fingers spreading out against my skull. I shiver.

"Don't touch me like Thor does. I hate you," I curve my fingers up and then slide them down against his shirt, threads getting caught in my jagged remainders of nails. "I hate you. I hate you."

I can feel his laugh shake the air before it even falls from his lips. I know that he is going to laugh at me, I know it. And it makes me feel sick.

There it came, words followed swiftly after, before its ring subsided. Their coupling sent my legs to tremble, "Hate is such a strong word, Morana. Don't you simply dislike me?"

My fingers tensed as I slide them once more down his chest, this time ripping the cloth from beneath his fingers with an angrier power. He infuriated me. I despised him. This was not simply dislike not such a petty emotion. This was pure wrath. I hated him, I hated hm, I hated him.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Do not decide for me my emotions. I know what I am feeling, you do not," I hiss this and my fingers touch bare skin, sliding and scraping his flawless, fabricated disguise. "Why don't you just leave behind this body now? Why don't you choke me or smack me or do something demonic? Aren't I doing something bad? Aren't I endangering your life?"

"Your fingers can do damage to this body but it proves no similar reaction to my true form, Morana. I am not so easily destroied," he laughs at me again. I hate it when he laughs.

I rip through his fake skin, through his disguise. Blood coats my nails as I go back to my starting point and slide down again and again. My eyes close against the sight of his ripped skin and his pouring life. My lips part continuously and say the syllables as they fall from my lips each time in the same monotone voice.

"I hate you." I could never, ever like him. "I hate you." I could never, ever trust him. "I hate you." I could never, ever do the things he wants me to do. "I hate you."

He grabs my wrists. The cold blood that pours from him stains my palms, its dripping onto his hands. I can see the bright crimson even with my eyes shut so painfully tight. I'm hurting myself more then I could ever hurt him.

"Are you done?" he observes, fingers only lightly holding my joints.

"I hate you," I spit out between my quiet sobs. I can't top crying.

"Then you should have never let me ask you that question, darling," he soothes, brushing my hair with his fingers just like Thor does.

I hate him for comforting me.

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"June... June!" she called desperately the second time, her fingers reaching out to him. He turned around and looked at her with those mystifying eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know."

[{ Laughing]

It was getting later in the day, the sun had walked past its pedestal point. Its fingers touched the ground in a darker shade then it had before, setting the terrain ablaze with blood-reds and