Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140629003818

Nox saw her eyes. Saw the loss of fire, the loss of life. They looked dead.

They were the exact eyes he saw in the mirror for years. Except instead of being dark blue, they were crystalized ice. The mercenary cocked his head to the side.

"Filthy? Nixia, my hands are stained worse than yours. Broken? I can barely remember what it's like to love my brother. I can't remember the love of a parent, or the happiness of getting a gift...and as for what I want..." Nox, the cold hearted mercenary, kissed her then. It wasn't like what Yui did. It wasn't a violation of her mouth, an attempt to destroy her, to break her into a slave. He poured everything he could into that one gesture: What he felt about her before, how he reacted when he saw her broken, the rage he felt when she was just used. All of it. But the most important part went unsaid.

''I don't care...you're mine...to treasure, to protect, to heal. No one will take you, no one will harm you. I care about you, Nixia. I would die for you...and I want you. Broken or whole, I want you...''