Amusing Encounters | Private | Gil and Laycie

She stood there; still; lips against ears as the force of the internal battle taking place in the male’s head penetrated from him in the form of words; his mere whisper repeating her question, in a daze, confounded upon what to believe, perplexed as to what was happening, mystified as to what to answer. And as she stood there, anchored to the ground with her tip-toes, Laycie’s amethyst hues yet again shifted to their natural crimson during the time that he could not see her as he lips curled, sinisterly, upwards; mirth laced her visage at the bewildered state of the man and without doubt, one could truly see how much enjoyment the raven-haired demon was gaining out of emotionally and mentally torturing the poor, blonde-haired, egoistical man.

However, at the statement presented forth from his lips followed by a shove and step taken backwards by Gil, her eyes abruptly returned back to the shade of purple as her countenance now masked a fraction of the emotions that were displayed on his; a slight tint of confusion mixed with a layer of amusement as well.

“Oh, my, my.” The confusion however, would soon melt away and all that would remain would be the hilarity that she would find from his reactions. So, the demon had not been able to penetrate his armor; it saddened her a bit as the glee she would achieve from accomplishing that would have been immense however, no remorse was taken at the thought of continuing this little game of theirs; the tides would continuously shift between the two; points where one of them would have enough; points where they would recover; but alas, every story would have an ending, gleeful for some whilst tragic for others; the same way, every battle, every game would also emerge with a victor and this little conflict filled with taunts and teases, facades and illusions, natural and the unnatural would also in the end, have a victor. And Laycie would be the one to hold that title and place herself upon the majestic throne with Gil bowing in front of her. That she would make sure of.

The blonde-haired man mimicked the dark-haired female’s previous action and leaned closer to her so that his lips would be placed directly next to her ear as well. And as his lips, moist from the plundering rain grazed the lobe of her ear slightly, a shiver ran down her spine yet again. It was engraved with a mixture of emotions all coupled into one that the female had not experienced in a very long time; ecstasy finely stitched with a slight tint of confusion having streaks of amusement within it. Gil was indeed, a special human for he bought out the best within her and this yet again reinforced why she would not lose against him.

He whispered in her ear; presenting forth the prospect of being his younger sister, being a King’s precious little sister, and being an elegantly beautiful concubine. It was a mock to her; all of his words were mocking her and Laycie knew it. She knew he was trying to antagonize her; she knew he suspected she wasn’t just a mere little girl prancing in the thundering rain; she knew he wanted to get rid of her. Despite the façade neatly sprawled over his words, he was, at the end of the day, still human. And humans were one creatures Laycie knew very well; she despised yet adored them. And hence, she knew Gil.

A light giggle echoed from her lips as the blonde put an end to his words. Despite the plundering storm that brewed above them, the giggle was clear enough to radiate to Gil’s ears. The slight giggle shortly turned into an all-out brawl of laughter. Laycie threw her head backwards as she placed her hands over her stomach and laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed. The voice echoed through the land, penetrating the sounds of the rain splattering upon the ground, the noises of the thunder bellowing the sky. The demon’s laugh was more powerful and significant than that. She did that for a good whole minute or two before coming to a stop, still slightly giggling as she glided her orbs which were slightly hidden by the dark hair that stuck to her forehead and finally, spoke; her voice yet remaining its elegance despite the thunder of laughter.

“Oh, Gil. Gil, Gil, Gil.” She chanted his name, amusement laced over her tone as she slightly shook her head; her lips framing a slight smile of sinfulness. “You are such an intriguing human being. I’m somewhat surprised. You know you’re playing with fire and yet, you refuse the attempt to dent your façade. You know what I am, don’t you? And yet, you speak as if you are oblivious or as if I am a creature beneath you.”

A light giggle escaped her lips as she closed her eyes only to open them again as they flared crimson, illuminating vividly despite the darkness and haze that accumulated around them. “So, tell me, Gil, who do you exactly think you are?”

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