Breaking the skin (Blaze/later, Gabriel)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastilles eyes glared at his blade. Glared at him. She had stopped. She wasnt not calm. Feeling his boot on her ribs. feeling the weight. The radiation of the blade was messing with her eyes. She felt like one of those possessed people on the excorsist or something. She might as well growl and foam from the mouth and chant satan quotes.

No. Gabriel was pissing her off. Pissing her the fuck off. She let her body go limp, yet it still tremebled as if she had a fever. probably did after all this. Yet his words had peirced her mind. She glanced at what she could at David Blazes sleeping form. Her eyes softened only a bit before she turned snickering at Gabe.

"why dont you do it?...why, like him are you holding back?...kill me, im in your way right? i hit you didnt i? i drew your blood did i? kill me Gabriel...you know you want to."

Bastille hissed pleasently. As if she where saying it in a normal conversation. Yet Bastille was not. She had to tear herself from this grip. From it. but she couldnt. She stared....suddenly raising one hand towards the heat blade. She let her hand go as if to grip it. She let her hand touch it for a second then pulled away looking at her hand and smirking. She began to laugh....

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel looked down on her now slightly disturbed, yet another part of him was tempted. Killing her would prove nothing but that you're a murderer, there was no end to this no gain in her death. Bastille was unimportant... And yet in the same moment she was another part of him, his own rival no one would take her last breath away. Gabriel kept a thin line as a smile.

"No Bastille, now we are bonded in blood..." Gabriel would almost sneer letting his blade slash across her open palm spilling the corrosive blood at his boot.

Gabriel already had an open would, with his hand he'd match her's mixing the blood. An almost dark chuckle at how furious she must be at him now. No more Frenchie jokes.

"Now stay out of the way..." Gabriel removed the boot and began walking to the infirmiry. Whether she was to follow he'd keep a pursuable pace.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille had widened her eyes as he pressed his hand to her. Her eyes however returned to normal. Ironically, his shitty trick had brought her back...the intolerable madness had left her body trembling and out of breath. Bastille layed there for a while looking at her hand.

"no more frenchie jokes huh...."

Suddenly there was a gurgling in her throat. She felt herself cough violently a few students still looking at her. With a smile she sighed. Maybe she could sleep finally...Blood trickled down out her mouth...made her look like she had taberculosous.

'jack ass....'

She chuckled and her arm fell to her side, and her eyes closed.