(fic ; jenny & larsa au.)
Nov. 27th, 2012 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paxarchadiaHad she known in her youth that she would be on opposite sides of him, Larsa would not have been her first love. Had he know that she regretted this, he would not have still loved her like he did. He doesn't struggle when her guards bring him in, that's what angers the most. The way that he still looks at her with that never ending optimism, that he still believes this isn't the best alternative.
She still looks like he remembers, not the hardened dictator that stands in front of him, but the young girl that absolutely corrupted him when he was younger. She sees a nuisance, or at least that's what she wants to see.
They do not see each other as the leader of the resistance and the supreme leader, but they see themselves as simply Larsa and Jenny.
"Leave us." She orders, standing toe to toe with him, reminding herself why she had to get rid of him when she started her conquest. He still looks at her, having the gall to be absolutely disappointed in her rather than angry or to resist that he's been captured.
When they're alone, she undoes his restraints, knowing that he's too gallant to strike her down where she stands. But, when she does, he does something bold and kisses her. Not like some sort of insulting, thirty kiss, but a tender one as if he's missed her.
"You don't fucking get to do that, " She hisses, shoving him back before grabbing him again and pulling him hard against her before the two of them end up on the floor. Dammit, she shouldn't have corrupted him this far.
She still looks like he remembers, not the hardened dictator that stands in front of him, but the young girl that absolutely corrupted him when he was younger. She sees a nuisance, or at least that's what she wants to see.
They do not see each other as the leader of the resistance and the supreme leader, but they see themselves as simply Larsa and Jenny.
"Leave us." She orders, standing toe to toe with him, reminding herself why she had to get rid of him when she started her conquest. He still looks at her, having the gall to be absolutely disappointed in her rather than angry or to resist that he's been captured.
When they're alone, she undoes his restraints, knowing that he's too gallant to strike her down where she stands. But, when she does, he does something bold and kisses her. Not like some sort of insulting, thirty kiss, but a tender one as if he's missed her.
"You don't fucking get to do that, " She hisses, shoving him back before grabbing him again and pulling him hard against her before the two of them end up on the floor. Dammit, she shouldn't have corrupted him this far.
