What A Pair We Make (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

"Mm. Try living in the same century as her." She mused, "When would you like your rite to begin, dear?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"As soon as possible, please, matron.." She said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"How about the next full moin phase? It's next week." She offered, "We can view it as a sign of rebirth~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She smiled. "Yes, that will be perfect, thank you, Matron!" She said with a gleeful smile.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She smiled softly, "Then I will see you in a week, sister." She said and bowed her head gently.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She smiled and bowed, almost runninf out and kissing Taran too quickly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He grunted and laughed softly, "How did it go?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Next week! I become a succubus!!" She nearly screamed with joy.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He spun her around, smiling from ear to ear, "That's wonderful!" But inside, he was upset. He had been training for a long time, when was he going to have his rite? It didn't matter, he wasn't going to ruin this for her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

As the week crawled by, she seemed muxh happier, almost with an extra bounce in her step. She wouldn't gloat. ... Would she?

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He tried to keep his spirits up for her, keep a smile on his face, but it was hard. He was so angry. Why wouldn't they let him continue his training?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

The more she practiced, he noticed that she almost got more radiant. More powerful. Her hips were more well defined, her ass a bit rounder.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

And here he was, not built but not a twig either. He was getting angrier each time she came around. He started becoming bitter.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She noticed and frowned a bit. "Darling.. Am.. I upsetting you?" She tried to ask him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I don't want to talk about it." He huffed and turned away from her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She huffed and frowned. "You're acting childish." She said

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Leave me be, woman..." He scoffed, "You wouldn't understand."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Damn it all, Taran, you act as if I live to spite you!" She said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was on her faster than her eyes could register; trapping her between him and the wall behind her, his hand slamming beside her head as he glared down at her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She gasped a bit. "You know I'm right..!" She said, trying to hold her ground.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"So what if you are?" He hissed, "How do I know this isn't just you gloating? Sweet darling Ulvir gets her spot in the lime light after so much hard work." He spat before he moved away from her, "Dammit..." He muttered.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Gloating? What have I done that would be gloating?" She asked. "Darling you are mad with jealousy!" She said

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I don't need you to fucking point it out!" He snapped before he tried to simmer down.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"You don't need to snap at me either!" She spat back.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"God dammit, Ulvir, shut up!" He threw her against the wall and pinned her there by her throat, "Shut the fuck up."