POV, may insinuate spice and be a little long. The night was young, at least that’s what your friend said when she dragged you to the club. The tight black dress just inches from revealing everything and the full face of makeup weren’t helping the feeling of disdain you felt there. “Oh come on. Just try to enjoy yourself a little, you deserve it.” She sounded so convincing, but this clearly wasn’t your scene. “Well, well, well look what we have here.” ‘Damn it’ you thought. Your academic rival was yet another reason to hate this. The reason you were known as the second top student instead of the first, he knew it pissed you off too. “To what do I owe the displeasure?” You matched his glare, but grew confused at his attire. His usual glasses and sweater vest combination was traded out for a plain white t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket with no glasses in sight. “You look different.” The expression on his face was how you pictured the one on yours looked. For the first time you noticed how he towered over you and the imprint of muscles under his shirt. It was like looking in the mirror, like he had the same thoughts as you. “Would you like to quell your curiosity, it looks like your friend won’t notice your absence either.” You turned around and he was right. She was dancing in a group of people having the time of her life. You felt hands on your waist pull you close as more people passed in front of you. “Let’s go, I brought my spare helmet.” He whispered in your ear still holding your waist before leading you to the door. He pulled out the helmet and put it on you adjusting the straps to fit you. You both got on and he wrapped your arms around his stomach giving you a better feel of the abs underneath. He took off and within a couple of minutes you arrived at an apartment. His apartment. He invited you in and you came in. “Have you always been this nice?” You teased. “I would be, but I enjoyed teasing you a little.” He smirked and came closer to you. He looked you up and down before putting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you in to the most passionate his that had ever graced your lips. It lasted a while leaving you both heaving and gasping for air. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” He looked into your eyes and waited for you to respond. You pulled him into another kiss before pulling back. “What else have you been waiting to do?” You looked him in the eyes and grinned wanting to provoke him further. He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his room where he would proceed to show you what he had been waiting to do.
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They both dance. They both dance gracefully their feet moving of their own accord as their eyes were focused on each other's hands, and they shoot daggers at each other, literally. (A sequence where they both are yes, assassins trying to kill each other at yes, a noble ballroom dance) Until finally, he draws blood, it splatters on her golden gown, and he stops breathing and she stares down at the deep wound in her abdomen. Why was she shocked? Wasn't she expecting it? Wasn't that what they were fighting for so long? The first drop of blood of this wretched floor? Now as her blood blossoms like a rose on the black floor blackened by all the blood that was spilled by their ancestors on this very floor every 5 decades. 3 steps away from her, his dagger clatters to the ground and he steps back from it. While he used to be pleased to soak in his enemy's blood, he-he realised, in fact didn't realize when she stopped becoming his enemy. They both looked at each other stunned that they were stunned. The music had long stopped, the people froze in their beloved's arms but the room danced around her as her head lolled backwards, and she reached out-something she'd sworn to never do again-to the person she'd never thought she would. He, stunned back to reality grabs her hand frantically, the very hand that was once holding a sword ready to behead him, and cradles her defenseless body-god he hated to see her like this-against the chest of his white suit. An action that was planned to do long back, but with her dead body. Now he raced towards the infirmary, his life in his hands hoping he wouldn't lose it and for the first time, praying that his skills wouldn't be fruitful.
Your eyes slowly opened. You were in an unfamiliar room. The bed feeling comfortable beneath you, the gentle cold breeze entering the room. A gentle hum from a beautiful melody almost drowsing you back to sleep. You wondered where you were. ‘Is this heaven? Well I always wished to sleep in a nice comfy place but this is a bit too good to be true’ The fight against your blood thirsty crown, the fight against the prince was bound to be your last, but why are you here now? The doors to the room slightly opened .
16:48 It is the day. The due date of your mission, the last night of this ongoing tragedy, his last ball before you stuff his life out. You square yourself, staring in the mirror, before you go out of your room. The staircase is large and spiraled as you slowly walk down each step. And as your hesitant gaze lands on him, your stomach twist into a knot. He looks at you like he has the world gifted to him. You plaster a forced smile in return. It was never meant to be. You were such a fool for hoping. For letting yourself love him as much as he loved you. The hard spine of the dagger pressed rigidly against her thigh, hidden beneath all the prills and silk.
He was meant to fall in love with you. That part was coordinated and going to plan. What you didn't anticipate, was the way his touch warmed your cheeks. The way his gaze sent you down a disorienting pitfall, into a depth unable to recover from. The uncomfortable feeling of wanting, more, whatever it may be, however it may be, concerning him. You're to kill him once you gain the information you wanted from him. You tell yourself and repeat it enough to convince yourself you're capable of it. You would do it, in the end.
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The feelings of his arms around my waist should have felt like cages, but they felt deceptively warm. His hard chest brushing mine should have made me recoil in revulsion, but it inexplicably beckons me to stay put and near. My hands on his neck should have wanted to strangle him, but why do they want to feel the silky strands of his hair. He pulls me closer, if it was possible at all. His breath, dangerously close to my lips. My mind shuts down, defenestrating any reason or sanity that could possibly will me to take a step back. "Do you feel that," he husks. His dark eyes clashing with mine. The eyes which holds an ocean of mysteries and depths of dangerous promises. The eyes which are pulling me into their perilous chasm. "Feel what," I whisper so lowly, I wonder if he heard me at all. My eyes falls to his chest, unable to hold the intensity of his, and so does my slightly trembling hands. The feeling of uncertainty and something thrilling shoots down my back and tightens my stomach. "No no sweetheart, you don't get to hide those eyes from me, not now not ever," he states as his callous hand tips my chin up, till I am gazing into his eyes yet again. My heart races at the touch and the dominant way he sways us to the tempo of the music. At the ways he pushes the rebellious strands of my hair behind my ear, like a lover. His eyes do not hold any challenge but reflect something else. Something suspiciously akin to satisfaction and dark content as his arms tighen around me, and our dance slows down . The moment turning more potent, more meaningful. We have always been at war with each other. But wars are not supposed to make you feel so exhilarating, so alive. And tonight, by the way he gazes at me, twirls me and holds me...I realize we might have never hated each other at all, but rather mistaken this passion for something else. We might have never been at war in the first place, but on the battlefield fighting together....fighting just to be together.
Oh ye cannea shove yer grannie off a bus, push push, oh ye cannea shove yer grannie off a bus, push push, oh ye cannea shove her grannie cuz shes yer mamma's mammy, oh he cannea shove yer grannie of a bus! ,push! Push!
