(Fanfiction) Savage
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skyremixTitle: Savage
Rating: R
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer & Grimmjow Jeagerjaques
Word Count: 348
Show me your heart, if it truly exists.
There are many words I can use to describe you. Savage, feral, wild, untamed. Exposed, obvious, vulnerable. Every emotion shows in your eyes, in the muscles and tendons of your heated feline form. It seems as if you will growl in bestial hunger, claw away at my skin in desire. You hide nothing from me, nothing of your lust for flesh, your taste for blood. You let me know again and again how much you desire me.
Sapphires flash in animalistic craving, and I can see that you want nothing more than to rip away my very flesh, shatter my bones. Well, go on. Try as you will, you will never make me sway. Rake your claws down my back, attempt to break my skin. You will never be powerful enough to make me bleed.
Sometimes, it is even hard for this all-seeing eye to tell if you mean to love me or kill me.
Skin against skin. The heat is a sharp contrast to the cold of solitude. I know which I prefer. Keep chasing me, you will never stop. You will always slink in my shadow, never truly reaching me with your nails. The thing called a “heart” is certainly incapable of holding onto this fictitious “love”, if the heart exists at all. Explain this word “love” for I do not know its meaning. If this eye cannot see these things you speak of, then I doubt their existence.
Come then, jaguar. I’ll plunge my fist into your chest, tear through the muscles of your breast. Show me your heart. Perhaps then I’ll accept your feral love, if it truly exists.
Chase me, battle me. Warm me, let me spill your blood across the sand, where the trash of your being belongs. Waste my time, and you will not survive.
Feral garbage. Give me your false heart, if you dare. If you can prove it is real. Perhaps then, you can make my blood spill, my bones shatter, my skin break. Perhaps then, you will prove me wrong.
Come now, savage feline. Show me your heart.
Rating: R
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer & Grimmjow Jeagerjaques
Word Count: 348
Show me your heart, if it truly exists.
There are many words I can use to describe you. Savage, feral, wild, untamed. Exposed, obvious, vulnerable. Every emotion shows in your eyes, in the muscles and tendons of your heated feline form. It seems as if you will growl in bestial hunger, claw away at my skin in desire. You hide nothing from me, nothing of your lust for flesh, your taste for blood. You let me know again and again how much you desire me.
Sapphires flash in animalistic craving, and I can see that you want nothing more than to rip away my very flesh, shatter my bones. Well, go on. Try as you will, you will never make me sway. Rake your claws down my back, attempt to break my skin. You will never be powerful enough to make me bleed.
Sometimes, it is even hard for this all-seeing eye to tell if you mean to love me or kill me.
Skin against skin. The heat is a sharp contrast to the cold of solitude. I know which I prefer. Keep chasing me, you will never stop. You will always slink in my shadow, never truly reaching me with your nails. The thing called a “heart” is certainly incapable of holding onto this fictitious “love”, if the heart exists at all. Explain this word “love” for I do not know its meaning. If this eye cannot see these things you speak of, then I doubt their existence.
Come then, jaguar. I’ll plunge my fist into your chest, tear through the muscles of your breast. Show me your heart. Perhaps then I’ll accept your feral love, if it truly exists.
Chase me, battle me. Warm me, let me spill your blood across the sand, where the trash of your being belongs. Waste my time, and you will not survive.
Feral garbage. Give me your false heart, if you dare. If you can prove it is real. Perhaps then, you can make my blood spill, my bones shatter, my skin break. Perhaps then, you will prove me wrong.
Come now, savage feline. Show me your heart.
