Lex
She / Her
28
January 2
Goldenrod City
Bi
Thief
Ex-Rocket Beast
Going to hell cause it feels like heaven.
Poison [dw|c]
POSTED ON May 12, 2021 4:50:44 GMT
Bitter. Cold. She could feel the words trying to tear her apart like a rabid animal.
Just a thief.
Fine. If he didn’t want her soft touch, he’d get the cold, sharp edge of her blade.
The fingers that curled around his hand tightened and she threw it back at him with force. A purposeful step back let a cold space grow between them, “I’m disappointed you think your empty words can hurt me,” That’s all they were – empty. There was a darkness somewhere making him say it. This wasn’t Killian talking, “Do you really think that I’m that weak? That we’re that fragile?” Lex scoffed at the thought, the hint of a bitter smile on her lips, “I haven’t been ‘just a thief’ in a long time,” She wasn’t an idiot, she knew how it all started. He used her just as much and she used him before they fell in love.
Lex recognized the doubt behind his eyes because she once held on to it too. She learned two things from Darkrai’s KNIGHT OF TERROR. Once she accepted it was her doubt in Killian that gave the Nightmare its power over her it became just a dream. After all, nightmares were just dreams that fed off our doubts and fears. If you erased the doubt, they had nothing to hold on to, “Maybe you’re right, you are weak,” cold met cold, “You’re letting these nightmares define your reality,” There was a distinct difference. She waved her hand towards him as if dismissing him from her presence as she turned her back towards him.
“Pathetic,” Each syllable was articulated clearly.
When it was all over, she had two choices: Live in the nightmare, or live in reality. Everything Killian did in reality contradicted the mirage. So, she chose him, not the fallacies that poisoned her own mind. That was the cure: Getting him to recognize that his doubt in her and himself was the source of the nightmare’s power. But how?
Apparently fucking and kisses weren’t gonna do the job.
“Is that it? Is that all you have to say to me?” She glanced over her shoulder curiously before turning towards him again, there was more, she could taste it, “You sound like a bitter, scared, little boy. Don’t be a fool, you don’t need me around to hold yourself together,” She needed him, “C’MON, KILLIAN,” The urgency in her voice rose with her volume as it echoed through the night. Palms pressed against his chest and pushed back, intentionally meant to rattle the shackles that tethered him to his dreams rather than reality.
She wanted it all: All the doubt, fear, anger, and violence he refused to let go of. She was hungry for it, starving, “Stop hiding behind whatever this . . . excuse is to distance yourself from reality,” She vaguely motioned him as a whole. Give me my Killian back.
Amber eyes ablaze with a passionate fire bore into his. Behind the flames there was unwavering love. Killian was her religion, her tether to reality, her world, the reason she existed. She worshiped him like the King he was. Lex chose them above all else, it was burned into her soul. Resolute in their love, she’d be whatever he needed her to be. He couldn’t hurt her, she could take.
What Lex could do was be the target he unleashed his pain, fear, and doubts on. She’d devour it all until there was none left. “Give it to me, Killian,” an order, not a request. As if to emphasize her demand, the dark behind her sparked with lightning as June trapped another victim in an ELECTROWEB. A pokeball consumed the Seviper.
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