I love when I get ahead of my opponent.
I WANTED THOSE REPORTS ON MY DESK AN HOUR AGO
Gah- nice things… I can do this!
1.) I like that I experiment with food and often more then not, it’s fantastic.
2.) I have lovely green eyes.
3.) I have a delightfully evil laugh.
4.) I like my tongue and love to wiggle it like Marik.
5.) I like my scars. They are from so many random things.
i require this
Violet eyes glared down at a simple picture surround in a cheaply painted golden frame. The image was of his weaker half with his arm slung around the thief, Bakura. The two of them were grinning like idiots who were having a jolly good time.
Oh, how he hated them both. Malik for being so pathetic and weak that he did not have the guts to do in his old man when he clearly wanted to. For being so desperate that he had to create Marik himself to do the deed. Marik, after all, had been the embodiment of everything Malik had once wanted to be. Cold, ruthless, and most important of all, free.
Still, the person the dark spirited man found himself hating more than his hikari had been the one who his arm rested around in the picture. “Bakura,” the man growled under his breath. What a sickening creature that man was. Always hanging around with his weaker self. Acting like Malik belonged to him. Oh how it aggravated him. But the worst thing about the thief that just dug in deep under his skin and gnawed away at him was his smile.
A thin finger traced along the curve of the white haired man’s lips in the picture. The glass protecting it, cold and smooth to the touch though heat radiated in Marik’s cheeks. Oh how he hated this putrid thief. Those dark eyes full of enjoyment that the camera had captured perfectly stared back at him and yet the Ishtar felt no resentment for those eyes. Just an ever burning hatred for those pale lips that curled up in a joyous laugh.
How he wanted to stand over the wretched pale man and kick his teeth in. To be the one laughing and looming over him like the powerful monster he was. Oh how he wanted to see fear in those eyes and hope lost. But most importantly, he wanted to see those lily white lips tremble. For true terror to seize that petty thief as he backed away into a corner. Just the very thought brought a faint smirk to Marik’s face.
“Yes,” the blonde devil mused to himself as he sat the picture back onto the shelf. “One day, Bakura,” he purred. “One day you’ll be mine.” And when that day would come. Only one of them would be smiling…
(I wanted something dark and I was craving Psychoshipping. Gods, I wish someone would rp with me…)
Ironman!Seto. Took a while to do but he’s done.
Message me if you have any ideas on who the other Avengers should be.
The second installment of my Sickleshipping fanfic, enjoy.