She frowned. "I lost everyone. Everyone! The only way I was able to control the burning loss and suicidal depression was insanity. But that in and of itself wasn't an easy trail to take. But it led to life. It was the only option I had. And it was the worst option there was. With every victim dead by my hands, it got better. Or so I thought. It all accumulated and formed into the godforsaken mess I am today!" She stepped back, throwing her knife across the room and burying it into the wall. She grabbed it again, wiping the blood and plaster from the blade. "But with each victim, my eye heals. If I kill enough, it'll be restored." While it might not sound like it, this wasn't her. Insanity was a strange mistress. She didn't talk about Belle as though she was someone separate, but instead like she was just her. But it wasn't. The flickers of red in her eye made it obvious.
He smiled slightly. "Hi there. Nice to see you." His confidence was slowly returning, but just enough so he could do this, not enough to be who she met earlier.
"Aww, killing someone with a purpose, that's cute. And losing people? Don't get me started," He chuckled, "You aren't scary or threatening, you're a scared little girl with a facade.
"Hi," Ginger whispered. Kids from the nearby playground were watching them. And making kissy noises. Ginger looked at her hands.
"Don't test me boy! I can be the embodiment of your worst nightmare. How would you feel if your adorable little brother here ended up dead? Right here? Right now? And you would get blamed for it? Because I can make that happen."
He chuckled. "They can tease all they want. But I think they're trying to give advice. We should probably listen." He took her chin in his hand and raised her head back up. "There's your cute face." Ever so slowly as to not scare her, he leaned in and kissed her.
"Don't test me boy! I can be the embodiment of your worst nightmare. How would you feel if your adorable little brother here ended up dead? Right here? Right now? And you would get blamed for it? Because I can make that happen."
"Kill my little brother in front of me? Like I haven't had that happen to me before," He scoffed, "Would you hurt him? He's already dying,"
Cute? Wha- Ginger's eyes widened as their lips touched. However, she allowed her eyes to flicker shut.
"Ah, but have you ever been blamed for it? And if he has, then would you be prepared for him to never return? For me to cast him to the firey pits of Hell, never to climb back out?"
The rest of the world faded into the background, right now it was just the two of them. He hummed slightly, his arms gently wrapping around her waist.
"Ah, but have you ever been blamed for it? And if he has, then would you be prepared for him to never return? For me to cast him to the firey pits of Hell, never to climb back out?"
"How much do you assume I care for him? He broke our family and me being blamed? I don't care,"
"Broke-? Have you ever even listened to him? He said you cared! That you worked out your relationship." This was new information. Intriguing.
"I know what happened and I know it wasn't all his fault but he still favored him and it is his fault that my childhood was the way it was. Between him and my father, my family was broken."
Hmm, maybe he wasn't so useless after all. "What else hasn't he told me? What exactly happened in this childhood of yours?"
"Like I would tell you that," He laughed, "What Belle knows is what you get to know until he decides to tell you more,"
The rest of the world faded into the background, right now it was just the two of them. He hummed slightly, his arms gently wrapping around her waist.
Ginger figured that this wasn't his first kiss, but she wasn't about to tell him that this was hers. The distance between them was closing rapidly and she crashed into him full on. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she did what she felt was right - she wrapped her arms around his neck and unknowingly deepened the kiss.
He could feel the inexperience on her lips and he smiled slightly. It was always nice to have an inexperienced player on the field. You never knew where it could go. He bit her bottom lip softly.
She giggled. "I didn't ask about him. I asked about you. What was your childhood like?"
"My childhood? My childhood was me swaying in the background watching everything crumble. Things were fine and then he was born and then the rest of them. I watched our normal, perfect family, slowly be torn to shreds until family members started dying and money was a thing you hid so the FBI didn't find it,"
(Darren's pet peeve (Sorry Darebear) What should a do?)
He could feel the inexperience on her lips and he smiled slightly. It was always nice to have an inexperienced player on the field. You never knew where it could go. He bit her bottom lip softly.
Ginger gasped when his teeth delicately touched her lip. She couldn't help it.
She was sat in front of him like a small child being told a story, toying with her knife. She kept dragging it across her skin, leaving cuts across her wrists and arms. "Then what's with the facade that you two are completely fine? Do you just not want to leave him too?"
(I can't do the thing unless there are people)
He chuckled softly and pulled back just enough so his words wouldn't be muffled. "First kiss, huh? No need to be nervous, I know what I'm doing. Trust me." He reconnected their lips and, once again, bit ever so gently at her lip.
She was sat in front of him like a small child being told a story, toying with her knife. She kept dragging it across her skin, leaving cuts across her wrists and arms. "Then what's with the facade that you two are completely fine? Do you just not want to leave him too?"
"We got put in counseling, people who made it about themselves everytime something happened to us so we just learned to not let people care. Less frustration,"
