05-28-2008, 01:18 AM
Bardock raised his hands up, resting them on Violet’s shoulders at first, and then gently slid them down her back until he firmly grasped her hips. His eyes were locked onto hers, and he observed the expression on her face at his touch. The human’s face hovered so close to his that he could feel the heat from the flush in her cheeks, and he inhaled the taste of her breath as it heavily blew across his skin. A moment in time crawled to a halt, and the rest of the world faded away. Their hammering hearts slowed, beating in a fragile rhythm. Slowly, deliberately, Bardock leaned forward.
His head slighted to one side, and his lips softly grazed her cheek until he stopped just beneath her earlobe, his face like soft sandpaper against her own.
“That’s all I needed to know,” he said quietly.
When he pulled his head back to face her again, his expression was chiseled from ice. Violet’s own visage was unreadable, mixed with too many emotions. None too delicately, he sat up, guiding her backwards and away. His fingers trailed from her hips, releasing their grip, and the saiyan turned his back to her, immediately locating and heading towards the men’s room. A skinny frat-looking boy grinned at him as he walked past.
“Alright, dude!” he whooped, raising a hand for serious props.
Without even looking at the boy, Bardock palmed the kid’s face and roughly shoved him into a wall, never once slowing.
He couldn’t see Violet as he pushed the swinging door open and stepped inside.
The splash of icy cold water against his face began to neutralize the heat that was still coursing through his body. His breathing, which he had tried so hard to control before, now came unevenly. Bardock replayed the scene in his head, reliving every second. He couldn’t shake how her touch had electrified his skin, and even now it was still tingling. He still felt the softness of her hands when they stroked his face, albeit somewhat greasy from the appetizers. The fighter hadn’t expected her to be so bold. Certainly he had challenged her, and he got exactly what he asked for, but he never anticipated she would take it that far. Why hadn’t he just followed his first instincts and let it go? Why did he let it get to that point? What rattled him the most was the impulse to close the distance and finish the job. It had been fleeting, but strong. His head had been in a haze, her enthralling presence numbing his judgment. His resolve eventually won out: that wasn’t what he was here for, and nothing was going to take that away. But Bardock wondered how the feeling could have been so strong. Now he had to question himself, something from which no good ever came.
“I fear…my emotions.”
The words echoed in his brain, and he realized them to be his from long ago. A hand clutched at his chest, remembering the pain he had felt that day. Things were the same now, but so different.
Bardock looked up from the dirty sink, staring at his sopping wet reflection. There was no mistaking it now. He’d gotten his answer beyond a shadow of a doubt, whether it was what he’d expected or not. But in the end, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t take what she wanted. She lacked the conviction to see it through. And now he was unsure how to proceed. A callused hand rubbed the dripping water from his face, and his thumb rested on the old scar embedded deep in his flesh.
“How did you get that scar?”
Truthfully, he couldn’t really remember, and if he didn’t remember, it meant he didn’t want to. He’d always been good at erasing his own memories. The only person who had ever successfully unlocked them, besides the incarnation of his greatest fear, was Katel. Even then, the remaining fragments that she had loosened were slowly receding back into the darkest corners of his consciousness.
“Fuck,” he swore to no one in particular.
This was really messing up his pre-game. He badly wanted for the Syntex goons in black to just finally come and tell him he was accepted, so he could move on, get his weapon and his gear, and fling himself head-first in the Abyss.
Exhaling loudly, he turned away, taking advantage of the urinals.
Once finished, he positioned himself just behind the door. The armor was back, a thick coating of iron that guarded his inner thoughts. His face was cool, calm, and collected. When he finally pushed the swinging door open and looked towards his table, he was surprised by what he saw. Or rather, what he didn’t see. Violet was gone.
Growling low in his throat, he set off to find her.
His head slighted to one side, and his lips softly grazed her cheek until he stopped just beneath her earlobe, his face like soft sandpaper against her own.
“That’s all I needed to know,” he said quietly.
When he pulled his head back to face her again, his expression was chiseled from ice. Violet’s own visage was unreadable, mixed with too many emotions. None too delicately, he sat up, guiding her backwards and away. His fingers trailed from her hips, releasing their grip, and the saiyan turned his back to her, immediately locating and heading towards the men’s room. A skinny frat-looking boy grinned at him as he walked past.
“Alright, dude!” he whooped, raising a hand for serious props.
Without even looking at the boy, Bardock palmed the kid’s face and roughly shoved him into a wall, never once slowing.
He couldn’t see Violet as he pushed the swinging door open and stepped inside.
* * * * *
The splash of icy cold water against his face began to neutralize the heat that was still coursing through his body. His breathing, which he had tried so hard to control before, now came unevenly. Bardock replayed the scene in his head, reliving every second. He couldn’t shake how her touch had electrified his skin, and even now it was still tingling. He still felt the softness of her hands when they stroked his face, albeit somewhat greasy from the appetizers. The fighter hadn’t expected her to be so bold. Certainly he had challenged her, and he got exactly what he asked for, but he never anticipated she would take it that far. Why hadn’t he just followed his first instincts and let it go? Why did he let it get to that point? What rattled him the most was the impulse to close the distance and finish the job. It had been fleeting, but strong. His head had been in a haze, her enthralling presence numbing his judgment. His resolve eventually won out: that wasn’t what he was here for, and nothing was going to take that away. But Bardock wondered how the feeling could have been so strong. Now he had to question himself, something from which no good ever came.
“I fear…my emotions.”
The words echoed in his brain, and he realized them to be his from long ago. A hand clutched at his chest, remembering the pain he had felt that day. Things were the same now, but so different.
Bardock looked up from the dirty sink, staring at his sopping wet reflection. There was no mistaking it now. He’d gotten his answer beyond a shadow of a doubt, whether it was what he’d expected or not. But in the end, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t take what she wanted. She lacked the conviction to see it through. And now he was unsure how to proceed. A callused hand rubbed the dripping water from his face, and his thumb rested on the old scar embedded deep in his flesh.
“How did you get that scar?”
Truthfully, he couldn’t really remember, and if he didn’t remember, it meant he didn’t want to. He’d always been good at erasing his own memories. The only person who had ever successfully unlocked them, besides the incarnation of his greatest fear, was Katel. Even then, the remaining fragments that she had loosened were slowly receding back into the darkest corners of his consciousness.
“Fuck,” he swore to no one in particular.
This was really messing up his pre-game. He badly wanted for the Syntex goons in black to just finally come and tell him he was accepted, so he could move on, get his weapon and his gear, and fling himself head-first in the Abyss.
Exhaling loudly, he turned away, taking advantage of the urinals.
Once finished, he positioned himself just behind the door. The armor was back, a thick coating of iron that guarded his inner thoughts. His face was cool, calm, and collected. When he finally pushed the swinging door open and looked towards his table, he was surprised by what he saw. Or rather, what he didn’t see. Violet was gone.
Growling low in his throat, he set off to find her.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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