“Oh fuck off.” His tone was scathing, and their previously sarcastic banter had taken a bitter turn. The only way Faye could fuel his fire, he thought, was if she happened to be carrying his vice of choice. Due to the lack of fix, it was apparent that he came off more irritable than usual. “You’re wicked, babe. If you think I love anything about you then you’re delusional or on one.”
She knew she didn’t have to say anything else, knew deep down she was right and he was just avoiding the truth for whatever reason, and her smile grew wider. “Well, anyway... I don’t want to argue any more. You get angry and hot, and I just can’t keep my hands off of you.” It was her way of changing the subject so she wouldn’t have to ultimately give in to him.
“Let’s go outside and create a scandal or something. I need some excitement in my life.”
A tilt of his head signaled that the affection she was delivering upon his skin was more than welcome, especially when brushes of red began to blotch his cheeks. Every attempt at keeping cool in such enthralling heat was nearly impossible for Trent, and he could no longer contain the thrill that was consuming his senses. Cold digits sought the warmth of her hips, as he pulled the heat of her body up against his. Lips sought to kindle a spark of their own as they brushed against hers, hungry, and eager for the next move she would make. She spoke of favors, but all he could focus on was the sweltering tension that didn’t have room between the two of them to breathe, nor would he allow it. She had successfully become his enchantress, whether she was aware of the effect the flame had on him or not, and there was hard, solid evidence between them that proved that fact. His lips gradually trailed down her neck, only briefly parting from her skin so that he could mumble out in protest. “Let’s just stay here. You and me, babe.” His embrace tightened as he lifted his head to face her. Half lidded eyes cast upon her as he gazed at her tempting pout, before he indulged himself in a deep kiss. He knew she was letting him feel like he was taking advantage of her while she was in a tough spot, but he played along and got off on it all the same.
A sense of relief washed over her when he gave in, at least to the extent of staying with her, and she knew whatever she requested of him would be delivered, with the right prodding. Her lips bruised with the crushing kiss, but she returned hungrily, allowing herself that brief pleasure of human contact, something she’d gone too long without. Of course, it was all in spite of the fact that this was Trent—a man she for whom she felt more than she wished to feel.
She broke away again, biting her bottom lip in some coy habit she learned when she was a child, when she knew she was getting her way but needed that slightly innocent expression to seem less manipulative. The game hardly worked on Trent, but with the heat surrounding them, flowing through her fingertips, Faye didn’t worry that he would notice little more than that alone. The words were on the tip of her tongue, the confession she wanted to release into the world so it wasn’t bottled up inside, threatening to make her explode.
“I need you to promise, Trent. And not an empty one.” As she spoke, she felt a flame lick the back of her thighs and she knew she’d drawn the fire closer to them. Her hands moved down the front of his body, fingers dipping into the belt wrapped around his waist, and Faye slowly began loosening the buckle. “I’m the only person who can make you feel this hot and alive...” Fire at her heels, so close she was practically standing in the center, but her eyes never left his. “Let me stay and I’ll give you the fix you need whenever you need it.”
“It’s all pots and kettles, don’t you think babe? Who’s full of who? Way I see it, you’ve taken plenty of my fill any time it’s up for grabs. Only reason I’ve got it to myself now is because you’re not getting that dose you take for yourself. If you think you’re napalm between two legs, then you’re way too sure of yourself, sweetheart. I can get on fine without you and your doses.”
“Fuck off if you think you can make me feel anything but dead inside.”
“Trent. Oh Trent...” A soft laugh escaped her lips. “I’m not saying I’m different from you. I’m not pretending like you are. But you do need me. I make you feel more than dead. We both know it. I know you feel that fire burning deep inside and I know I’m the one who fans those flames hotter. Deny all you want but deep down, you know it’s true.”
“And you know you love it, even a little bit.”
“You don’t care, but you’ve got enough feeling about it in you to bring it up. Thing is, I ain’t like you, doll. I use people because I can get away with it, you do it because you need it. I can catch a thrill with anyone I want, get high on my own without you.” “You need my notch on that belt of yours.”
“Don’t you think if I really wanted to make it big, I would’ve set my sights a little higher than the likes of you? Honestly, Trent, you’re so full of yourself. The reason I use you isn’t because I need you. It’s because you’re easy. I give you exactly what you want, when you want it, and then I disappear until I need my fix. Sure, you could go anywhere, but don’t think for a second that I’m here because you’re some step up.”
“You’re just a tragic, pathetic little man who wants to feel something other than empty.”
“And what is it ‘bout you, babe, I can’t get from anyone else? Tell me!” A sardonic laugh past his lips, “People take from me more than what I do. I only take because I run dry if I don’t.”
“Look, I don’t care. I don’t. You do what you gotta do to survive, same as anyone else. All I’m saying is I find it interesting that you seem to be justifying your own actions as a necessity when the reality is you’re the exact same as me. I mean, really.. tell me how we’re different in at least that aspect of how few shits we give about how we use others.”
“I’m sayin’ you’re just like ‘em right? Just use anyone you can to get what you want. What makes your head spin for you to think I meant I gave a shit?”
“Hard to believe you’ve forgotten how dry my sarcasm can be... I know you don’t give a shit. You’re just like everyone else too, though, so I hope you aren’t raising yourself onto a higher pedestal.”
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» NAME: Faye » AGE: 20 » BIRTHDAY: February 25 » SPECIES: witch » GENDER: female » SEX: female » ORIENTATION: straight » PROFESSION: up-and-coming model
PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: dark brown, almost black » EYES: brown » SKIN: light and glowy » HEIGHT: 5′10 » WEIGHT: 125-130 pounds
FAMILY » SIBLINGS: none » PARENTS: Thomas and Dawn Chamberlain » GRANDPARENTS: Henry Chamberlain, all deceased » OTHER RELATIVES: none » ANY PETS?: a black cat named Midnight
SKILLS » PHYSICAL PROWESS: thin, due to dieting for her modeling and from pressure from her mother » SPEED: fast enough but clumsy » MAGIC: Channeling: The act of drawing or summoning other forms of energy, by focusing on the magic of another witch. Conjuration: The act of calling, commanding, or summoning an element, object, person, or spirit already in existence. Elemental Control: The act of controlling or manipulating the elements of air, earth, fire, water, and weather. Though not proven false or accurate, witches are believed to possess an unique affinity to particular elements which grants them greater mastery and control when performing. Spell Casting: The act of changing and controlling events by magical influence. Spells are the most common method exerted by witches to focus their magic. Spells can range from simple commands to a series of words.Telekinesis: The act of controlling and manipulating the movements of objects and persons. Witches Brew: The act of brewing and concocting magical elixirs and potions that contain mystical properties. » SPORTS: none » INSTRUMENTS: none » HOBBIES: causing trouble, playing with elemental magic
—— POSITIVE ——
free-spirited, adventurous, loves hard when she falls
——- NEGATIVE ——- loyal to herself only, lacks a sense of responsibility, will do anything to come out ahead, vengeful and spiteful, reckless without boundaries, has no self worth
» COLOURS: red, black » SMELLS: men’s cologne, burning wood » FOOD: anything super greasy and unhealthy, fries, burgers, pizza » FRUITS: apples » DRINKS: tequila » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: …tequila » ANIMALS: cats
» SMOKES? no » DRUGS?: she’s done cocaine before, but most of her drugs are brews and herbal types » DRIVER LICENSE?: yes » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: no