Post by Raiden Saint on Aug 31, 2014 22:34:39 GMT
"Stay Baby, please," the female murmured, squirming under the thin covers shielding their nude bodies from unwanted eyes.
"You know that I can't, Sage," he sighs, turning on his side, back to her as he struggled to find the strength to actually leave the warmth of the welcoming bed. It was always hard to leave, and she knew that he didn't want to. The fact was, in the end, he had to leave.
"Please," she begged, propping herself up some so she could peek over his broad shoulder, "Please Ray."
Raiden let's out an irritated huff as he started to flee the warm mattress, causing her to roll over completely to face him, clutching the sheet to her bare chest. "Why can't you stay?" Sage pleaded, desperate for her play mate to remain with her for just a bit longer.
"Because I have work to do," he replied in a clipped tone, standing up swiftly and pacing to the corner where his previously shed clothing lay.
"You mean prey on other women? Selling drugs with your brother? That's not a job, kid," Sage spat, slightly annoyed with the younger's incompetence, but she decided to humor him for her sake, "Can't you just have a day off?" How had she gotten herself into this mess? Having an affair with a boy half her age, stealing what was left of his rotten innocence- it was a pitiful life, really, but it wasn't like she was satisfied at home. Raiden wasn't even any better. He'd been a man-whore since women came off as sex toys rather than cooty caring flea bags. He knew what he was getting into, as did she, but that didn't stop her from getting attached to a man she'd never have. A blind man could see that he'd never love her, no one would, but couldn't she dream?
"No, I can't, and you know that. You knew that before you signed up for this, Sage. Stop acting like this is new to you," he retorts as he pulls on his worn jeans, his tone spiteful. She knew the deal, but that didn't mean she like it.
"But Rai-" she started.
"But nothing," he cuts her off, glaring at her from over his bare shoulder as he buttons up his pants, "I have my job- an actual one that you haven't bothered to ask about because your mouth has always been too busy," that hurt her, not going to lie, "And you have a fiancé. If we get caught, we'll be in a ton of trouble, and I'm not game for that." The way Raiden spoke made it seem as if she was a desperate whore in need of getting laid, but it wasn't like that. As much as she tried to come off like that, that wasn't the reason she was here, naked, pleading for this teenager to come back to bed.
"I don't care if we get caught. Just stay a bit longer, baby," she mumbled seductively, trying to get on his good side. It didn't work, he didn't have one.
"Sage, knock it off! I said I can't. If you want to be with me so much, then just leave him," Raiden huffs and yanks his shirt over his head, not meaning his words. There was no way he'd want to be tied down to this woman, not at his age. It was an empty threat.
"It's not that simple," she whispered, her voice dry as she glanced down at the bruises that painted her wrists. She got those for getting the wrong brand of cigarettes, who knows what her husband-to-be would do if she tried to break things off... Her eyes dampened and inevitably a tear spilled over. "Just don't leave," the blonde begged, leaning forward in her spot on the bed, clinging to the comforter around her. Raiden leaned in and his lips grazed her neck, his words nothing close to what she wanted to hear.
"I have to, Sweetheart." His fiery hot lips trail up to her cheek, "But I'll see you tomorrow. Same time." It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement. She would come and he would too, then they'd re-do today's events all over again, just as they had been for months now. She nodded silently, not wanting him to go, but as his warm embrace fades, she knew no matter how much she pleaded, he'd never stay. His soft footsteps crept down the hall, the close of the door signalling his departure.
Another tear cascades down her cheek as she rolled over, cuddling into the mass of sheets as she attempts to compose herself. Sage stole another quick glace at her purple wrists, wincing. She'd just have to face the dragon by herself, and she could only hope she didn't get too badly burned.
But that was simply Sage's point of view, not Raiden's. His version of the story was completely different. One not quite as broken, but it was more reasonable.
The boy couldn't help who he was- a douche bag with an un-tamable crotch and an itching for trouble. What was a boy raised in a drug ring by his older brother because his parents were killed supposed to do? None of them could really put their finger on how this happened, at all, but somewhere along the line the kid just broke down and became this monster. There were some of his parents good traits in him, but Raiden made sure that he smothered out those embers the moment he stepped out of that house. He was a completely different person around his brother- the only family he had- than he was around these whores.
He was a pump and dump, with the occasional girls he'd always run back too. Sage was one of them, her pity story got the better of him and he couldn't exactly leave her completely alone. So he came back, every evening they'd scheduled, and it'd either end with them in bed panting, or on the couch with her tearing up and him cuddling her, trying to tell her it would all be okay.
So he wasn't a total dick, he still had his father's heart- and a good portion of his mother's optimism too, he was just too afraid to show it in most cases.
Pain wasn't something he dealt with too well.
Closing that door was one of the hardest things that kid had to do in his life, because he knew the moment he left, she'd have to go back and deal with her abusive fiance and he wished with all his heart he could just murder the guy for even touching his girl, but it wasn't that easy. It never was. He did his best, truly, to not get attached to his play mates, he knew what would happen if he did. So he took the precautions of acting blatantly cruel every once in a while, just so they'd see the bad in him and slowly slip away. They got what they needed from him and he saw that as help enough. An evening with him was enough to wipe away all of their troubles, and in the end- as bad as it was- that's what kept him going on this road. A dark, bumpy road that'd lead to either STD's or death by a lover, but it had some light. A light he'd willingly follow, no doubt.
Whilst he was away in his thoughts, Raiden had dragged himself to one of his frequent stops here in Four, a diner he met most of his acquaintances at, and he was just about to walk in when the scuffing of dragging feet alerted him. A person in a uniform, odd. Glaring at the stranger, he studied them for a moment, debating if he should just continue walking or just stare. Being the Saint he was, he stared.
And he was glad he did.
As the figure inched closer, he pursed his lips, honestly not expecting what he saw. A girl. Interesting.
Neither of them said anything for some time, and Raiden knew it was up to him to break the silence, it always was. So he said the first thing that came to mind, his arm raising to point in the direction of the restaurant.
"Want to get a bite to eat?"
So smooth, Ray, so smooth.
"You know that I can't, Sage," he sighs, turning on his side, back to her as he struggled to find the strength to actually leave the warmth of the welcoming bed. It was always hard to leave, and she knew that he didn't want to. The fact was, in the end, he had to leave.
"Please," she begged, propping herself up some so she could peek over his broad shoulder, "Please Ray."
Raiden let's out an irritated huff as he started to flee the warm mattress, causing her to roll over completely to face him, clutching the sheet to her bare chest. "Why can't you stay?" Sage pleaded, desperate for her play mate to remain with her for just a bit longer.
"Because I have work to do," he replied in a clipped tone, standing up swiftly and pacing to the corner where his previously shed clothing lay.
"You mean prey on other women? Selling drugs with your brother? That's not a job, kid," Sage spat, slightly annoyed with the younger's incompetence, but she decided to humor him for her sake, "Can't you just have a day off?" How had she gotten herself into this mess? Having an affair with a boy half her age, stealing what was left of his rotten innocence- it was a pitiful life, really, but it wasn't like she was satisfied at home. Raiden wasn't even any better. He'd been a man-whore since women came off as sex toys rather than cooty caring flea bags. He knew what he was getting into, as did she, but that didn't stop her from getting attached to a man she'd never have. A blind man could see that he'd never love her, no one would, but couldn't she dream?
"No, I can't, and you know that. You knew that before you signed up for this, Sage. Stop acting like this is new to you," he retorts as he pulls on his worn jeans, his tone spiteful. She knew the deal, but that didn't mean she like it.
"But Rai-" she started.
"But nothing," he cuts her off, glaring at her from over his bare shoulder as he buttons up his pants, "I have my job- an actual one that you haven't bothered to ask about because your mouth has always been too busy," that hurt her, not going to lie, "And you have a fiancé. If we get caught, we'll be in a ton of trouble, and I'm not game for that." The way Raiden spoke made it seem as if she was a desperate whore in need of getting laid, but it wasn't like that. As much as she tried to come off like that, that wasn't the reason she was here, naked, pleading for this teenager to come back to bed.
"I don't care if we get caught. Just stay a bit longer, baby," she mumbled seductively, trying to get on his good side. It didn't work, he didn't have one.
"Sage, knock it off! I said I can't. If you want to be with me so much, then just leave him," Raiden huffs and yanks his shirt over his head, not meaning his words. There was no way he'd want to be tied down to this woman, not at his age. It was an empty threat.
"It's not that simple," she whispered, her voice dry as she glanced down at the bruises that painted her wrists. She got those for getting the wrong brand of cigarettes, who knows what her husband-to-be would do if she tried to break things off... Her eyes dampened and inevitably a tear spilled over. "Just don't leave," the blonde begged, leaning forward in her spot on the bed, clinging to the comforter around her. Raiden leaned in and his lips grazed her neck, his words nothing close to what she wanted to hear.
"I have to, Sweetheart." His fiery hot lips trail up to her cheek, "But I'll see you tomorrow. Same time." It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement. She would come and he would too, then they'd re-do today's events all over again, just as they had been for months now. She nodded silently, not wanting him to go, but as his warm embrace fades, she knew no matter how much she pleaded, he'd never stay. His soft footsteps crept down the hall, the close of the door signalling his departure.
Another tear cascades down her cheek as she rolled over, cuddling into the mass of sheets as she attempts to compose herself. Sage stole another quick glace at her purple wrists, wincing. She'd just have to face the dragon by herself, and she could only hope she didn't get too badly burned.
But that was simply Sage's point of view, not Raiden's. His version of the story was completely different. One not quite as broken, but it was more reasonable.
The boy couldn't help who he was- a douche bag with an un-tamable crotch and an itching for trouble. What was a boy raised in a drug ring by his older brother because his parents were killed supposed to do? None of them could really put their finger on how this happened, at all, but somewhere along the line the kid just broke down and became this monster. There were some of his parents good traits in him, but Raiden made sure that he smothered out those embers the moment he stepped out of that house. He was a completely different person around his brother- the only family he had- than he was around these whores.
He was a pump and dump, with the occasional girls he'd always run back too. Sage was one of them, her pity story got the better of him and he couldn't exactly leave her completely alone. So he came back, every evening they'd scheduled, and it'd either end with them in bed panting, or on the couch with her tearing up and him cuddling her, trying to tell her it would all be okay.
So he wasn't a total dick, he still had his father's heart- and a good portion of his mother's optimism too, he was just too afraid to show it in most cases.
Pain wasn't something he dealt with too well.
Closing that door was one of the hardest things that kid had to do in his life, because he knew the moment he left, she'd have to go back and deal with her abusive fiance and he wished with all his heart he could just murder the guy for even touching his girl, but it wasn't that easy. It never was. He did his best, truly, to not get attached to his play mates, he knew what would happen if he did. So he took the precautions of acting blatantly cruel every once in a while, just so they'd see the bad in him and slowly slip away. They got what they needed from him and he saw that as help enough. An evening with him was enough to wipe away all of their troubles, and in the end- as bad as it was- that's what kept him going on this road. A dark, bumpy road that'd lead to either STD's or death by a lover, but it had some light. A light he'd willingly follow, no doubt.
Whilst he was away in his thoughts, Raiden had dragged himself to one of his frequent stops here in Four, a diner he met most of his acquaintances at, and he was just about to walk in when the scuffing of dragging feet alerted him. A person in a uniform, odd. Glaring at the stranger, he studied them for a moment, debating if he should just continue walking or just stare. Being the Saint he was, he stared.
And he was glad he did.
As the figure inched closer, he pursed his lips, honestly not expecting what he saw. A girl. Interesting.
Neither of them said anything for some time, and Raiden knew it was up to him to break the silence, it always was. So he said the first thing that came to mind, his arm raising to point in the direction of the restaurant.
"Want to get a bite to eat?"
So smooth, Ray, so smooth.