”Is that what you think? You’re not fooling anybody, handsome.”
She offered an endearing smile, though the venom in her tone was undeniable. Her hand delved into the pocket of her sundress, digits curling around the steel nail file and slipping it out. Green irises leveled with her brother’s, taking a small step forward and tipping her chin up a fraction, plush lips ghosting over his.
Her free hand drifted up, fingertips brushing lightly over his flesh at the side of his neck before slipping around to rest at the nape, pulling him down into a gentle kiss. The minute she drew back, the triangular tip of the file punctured through his flesh in a quick motion, piercing straight through the main artery.
”Better infect him with bitter resentment than faux security. I don’t ruin your imagine. You ruin it on your own.”
She then released him with a shove, though kept the steel file lodged through his neck.
”That’s for suggesting anger management.”
"That’s your — unimportant — opinion.”
The kiss proved to be a surprise all in itself — her voice clearly laced with venom and resentment. Truth be told, he wasn’t planning to start a fight; in the other hand, finding the right words to irritate other people never seemed to be a big problem. Despite the slight suspicion, though, he didn’t back away nor deny her the affection —
… — at least not until the sharp sting in the side of his neck, blood immediately spurting from the wound due to the nail file piercing through the main artery.
He was used to pain, sure; after eons of living, it was inevitable. Still, he couldn’t help but groan and flinch, stepping back and reaching up to pull the nail file out, mouth curling into a disgusted frown when the crimson spilled from the injury in both rivulets and small spurts. Pressing his palm against the wound, after a few seconds of merely standing there and trying to stop the bleeding, he glaced up to look at her — eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance.
"Well, I think you proved my point perfectly. Some help to deal with your mental instabilities would be nice."
He’d leave getting back at her for later; right now, healing the wound was a priority. If left unattended, eventually, he’d bleed to death — knees already weaker than they have been prior.