[lone]

Originally Posted by Constellation

"Trust me, you'd be doing me a favor..."Azulheart mumbled, after hearing the way Alabastersnow talked to him. Maybe dying wasn't so bad after all. Maybe, that's where he needed to end up; six feet underground, murdered by the one who...who, what, exactly? This wasn't love. It was...it was something else. Something he couldn't put is paw on yet, but this Tom knew that it was a game to her, and he was the little puppet that was meant to do her bidding. Since Azulheart was pretty headstrong, he refused to do whatever she told him. But, those blue eyes didn't lie. She threatened his loved ones right to his face. If it was up to Azulheart, he would had been rid of her...but, what was holding him back? The fact that she was Asterflame's sister, and he didn't want to hurt his - unfortunately - mate.

Azulheart just hoped that this relationship would work. He would feel like an absolute idiot for accepting her proposal in the first place. Azulheart had plans for his future as a warrior. Take in a mate - check yes (not the type of mate he was comfortable with, however.) have a couple kits? - perhaps that could wait a bit into the future (besides, Alabastersnow didn't look like she carried an inch of maternal instinct.) fight in a couple battles? Certainly. Azulheart silently pleaded for him to die in one. Get away from this sociopath because that was the only way to escape her wrath. Only, that was the easy way out. Death never been regarded as the strongest path in life. If he made it this far, then he could make it a couple more moons. After all, facing her abuse throughout his apprentice wasn't on his list, but he still learned to cope with it, and grow from it. Though his body may be bruised, his pelt littering with unnatural scars; Azulheart was still here. And, it was unfair for him to think that death was the only way out of this. If there is a way in, then there must be a way out. His thought process was interrupted, and if he had been wandering any further, he would had completely missed her intentional threats. Bad guy? Haha. Funny. Azulheart actually found himself chuckling at that. Did she not realize that she was a villain? "I don't mind doing anything for you, sweetheart," he spat out. "But, you could at least learn to put a little love into this relationship." He scowled. It was quite humorous that he was asking this white feline for something she wasn't capable of. Even the words that slipped out his mouth felt foreign to him, but he made a promise to try. He wanted to try. He wanted to see if this could work out between them. He already knew that he lost Asterflame.

Wow - that suddenly hit him. Did he really lose his best friend? When they were in the company of Bluespark and Asterflame, she seldom looked at him, spoke to him, anything! He was silently hoping that she would at least send more of an expression his way (any expression) so, he would know that his presence was acknowledge. Clearly, they fought, was the last time he was in any physical contact with her. Azulheart felt a pick into his heart. The thorn stabbing and the blood leaking out; she told Bluespark about that little secret of hers. She told Bluespark out of ALL cats! What was she thinking!?...was she even thinking at all? Maybe, that's what hurt him. Or, maybe it hurt his ego. Azulheart shook his head, huffing to himself before bringing his gaze to glance at Alabastersnow; he might as well make it work before it goes down the drain. Because that's where this relationship was heading; down the drain. Before it even started.

Here he was again. Upon, Alabastersnow's response, it was like a fire ignited into his being, and he shot her a charming smile. "I can handle whatever you throw at me, darling." Wasn't that the truth. Like a slideshow, the memories played in his mind. Countless times being pinned, pushed to the ground, claws digging in his skin, claws scraping his pelt, being thrown around, being stomped on, being struck, hit upon, having lost of energy, almost seeing starclan themselves. The pain that coiled into his heart, and the scars that left stories on his pelt. Painted on him like a work of beautiful, scarred art. He would had loved to recited it to her, but instead he laughed, lowly. Almost bitterly, until it turned into something treasuring sweet. "Be nice to me, hm?" He repeated, ears flicking at the thought. Of course, why would he believe her? Her actions was far more powerful than her words. Unlike Asterflame who believed that her word was all she could offer and everything would just be simply dandy. Words got lost in the wind, and actions were promises that could be trusted. Azulheart locked Asterflame in place in his mind. He refused to think anything more of her. "You have a lot of making up to do to me, then." For the numerous times she was mean to him, belittled him, degraded him, treated him like he was alienated in this world. If she was to treat him with more courtesy, Azulheart wanted to experience that nice level from his...mate.

Evidently, the grey Tom had no idea what she could be planning, and therefore did not question it. When she wound herself around him, Azulheart stayed planted where he was. His body felt tensed. Why wouldn't he when they had this unpleasant conversation? It was like she had a personality dosorder. One moment she's threatening him, and the next she's smitten to him like bee to pollen. It left him baffled, so he didn't know how to react. Yet, if he was receiving affection offered on a platter, he wasn't going to give that up. Even if it was with his tormentor, Azulheart was left utterly vulnerable, so he wanted the affection. He longed for the affection. It wasn't love...this wasn't love at all.

What this was had to be toxic. Something he should avoid before he winded deep into it. He was already stuck in the web, and soon enough that little spider was weaving more of his silk around his body until he was completely numb. Completely glued. He didn't even bother to say anything when she made that little comment. Talking to him like he was some mousebrained fool. Was it possible to stay married to another even without communication for the rest of their moons together? That was ridiculous. Not possible. Azulheart felt that it would be easier to stand Alabastersnow if they continued to be mates but without communication. Now, was not the time to think about that. Suddenly, the Tom purred. This wasn't love. Indeed, far from it. Yet, hopefully, it would find a way to grow into it.

Alabastersnow's ears flicked backwards, but she barely acknowledged his remark, choosing to brush it off as nothing instead. Somehow, she didn't feel quite like dealing with her mate's slick tongue at the moment. Now, she would be the first one to admit that perhaps her and Azulheart's relationship had been... rushed. Rocky. He hadn't even known she was interested until the battle. And honestly, she hadn't been interested until he became unavailable. Until he was interested - or seemed to be interested - in Asterflame. Although she had to admit, he had been semi-handsome from the start. If she was going to choose someone based on looks, however, she would have to say that Bluespark was the more handsome of the two. Unscarred, muscular and powerful - that was her type of cat. But he was unavailable as well, and Alabastersnow got the feeling he wouldn't be as easily manipulated.

How dumb was Azulheart, to be manipulated that easily into doing things? Clearly he was nowhere as smart as his more handsome brother. And yet, he was handsome as well - in a way that Alabastersnow could only describe as a roguish charm. If she could've had both, she would've. And perhaps she would, though she would have to be careful. Wouldn't want to break my charming mate's heart, now would we? The feline thought with a purring laugh, her tail twitching back and forth eagerly as she thought of the time when it would've been Bluespark's heart she was breaking. Chances were, that time would come around again at some point. She was attractive, and Asterflame wasn't the most affectionate cat in the world. Desperation to be loved would come through, and once again, she would prove that she was the best. Not her darling sister. The one whom she held so much jealousy for.

"I put the love in the relationship, handsome. Does that surprise you? You shouldn't be so surprised, sweetheart. I am, after all, the one who provides you with affection. And you don't hate it, do you, darling?" A sweet, musical tone, a purr, a brush up against him and another sweet purr. She curled her tail about him in a loving manner. Alabastersnow was, unfortunately, not capable of true love. She was capable of being someone who could pretend to love. She was capable of providing affection. But as far as the sacrificial type of love went, or the staying up all night talking, or just being a friend, she was not at all good in those areas. She was the type of cat to let someone else deal with that type of thing while she hung out in the background, being the "concerned friend" but never getting her hands dirty. Being the one who would take care of someone when she needed to, but she would rather have someone else do it. The exception was when she was dealing with personal needs. Such as when she had had Azulheart's blood on her claws. It was sad to admit, even to herself, that that had been one of the most thrilling experiences of her life. She could distinctly remember everything about that day. The yowls of pain, how annoyed she'd been when he hadn't given in to her.

How half-impressed, half-frustrated she had been when he had been unwilling to fight back, and how horribly irritating it had been that he had taken the torture she would have given to Asterflame otherwise. Or perhaps she wouldn't have, but he would never know that - and maybe it was better that way. It had shaped the future. Shaped her future, and her sister's, and the future of the two toms, whether they knew it or not. They were now stuck in this universe. Where right was left and left was right. Everything was upside down and wrong, and the she cat had to admit that even she felt like something was off with the way things were at the moment. His words sounded like a challenge to her, and she put on her most sour expression. She knew she was acting like a pouty kit, but at that moment, she didn't care. Part of her wanted to hurt him again, but she knew better. She should behave herself. She should be a good mate to him, and she should maybe just back down on this. She should treat him like he deserved to be treated.

She should treat him the way that she hadn't for so long. She should treat him kindly. "I don't think a challenge is something you should throw my way, Azulheart. You know me - impossible to pass up a good one." Her eyes flashed with warning and for once, she didn't have a sparkly, sweet voice. Her voice was dangerously low, and her fangs gleamed in a smile that radiated aggression. That wasn't to mention that her expression was just as, if not more, dangerous. She was irritated with the world around her at the moment. Her ears went back slightly at his next words, but she smiled in a more inviting manner.

"I assure you, love. I will make it up to you." She gave his cheek a gentle lick, curling her tail around his, purring lightly as she then nuzzled him. Physical affection was something that the feline gave away freely. Unlike her sister, who used it only sparingly like it was her life's blood. Except when she was with her new mate. Not like Bluespark gave her another choice, or more like she didn't give herself another choice when she was with him.