A Confrontation of a Different Color

[heutimtag]

Very Early Monday MorningAfter an urgent beeping awoke him, Tag opened his small massager tablet to find a message from Bidgete, written rather than spoken, in her own language, no less. He puzzled over a few words, but for the most part got the gist of her meaning, urgently wishing to meet with him. He gave a heavy sigh to his empty room, and

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[bidgete_fraise]

She undid his ribbon and braid, watching him sip at his coffee and take a piece of the pastry to his mouth, then fluffed his curls out, smiling a bit. Her Tag. No matter what he or that cat said. His lips were like much of the rest of him, sculpted and pretty, and she smiled wider watching them curve around the edge of his tall thin glass. She couldn't stay that way though, at least not yet, and instead slipped behind him, running a hand through his hair before following it with the bone comb.

"Onset," she said, parting his hair and working through it in sections, the locks still damp from his bath, and she felt him stiffen under her fingers. She held his hair firm though - he wasn't going anywhere. "You haven't spoken with me since the day you showing me your pet."

He turned his head, only slightly, looking back at her from the corner of his eye. If she didn't have so many curls bunched up in her hand, she figured there was a good chance that he would be doing more than just looking at her. It was not a nickname with many

[heutimtag]

"There has been little to say, Kinset," he explained, his voice low and quiet. It sent shivers down her spine. She parted another piece of hair away, working on it. He only used a brush, most days - there were slight tangles, but she was gentle.

"On the contrary," she corrected, leaning down a little to bring her face even with his. She widened her nostrils, letting the scent of him fill her head - it was only Tag, no one else, that cat creature wasn't even a ghost on his skin. Good. "I think that there is much we need to discuss, Onset. Things that need saying

[bidgete_fraise]

She looked over at herself in one of the mirrors that decorated her walls, seeing her lipstick smudged over her cheek and chin, a thin line of blood showing where he'd split her lip. She could feel her cheek already reddening, see the beginnings of his hand print start to show.

She gathered up her skirts, then stomped over to him, grabbing him by the back of his jacket and yanking him away from the door, as easily as she would a bad kitten. She spun him around and slammed up face first into the near wall, pinning him there, pressing herself against his back, putting her chin on his shoulder. He grunted in pain, but that was all he gave her. Her voice was back to purring, back in control.

"You made a mistake, Onset," she chided, licking her lips, tasting more of her blood. "You know that I am not some weak little thing. I am not under your command. I am royalty. Look at how your cat makes you forget yourself

[heutimtag]

Tag yanked on his hurt arm, then slammed his fist against it, knocking it back into its socket. It took his breath away to do it - the pain was intense and it wasn't going away anytime soon. Bidgete was rising and he was blinking back tears.

She sat up on her elbows, looking down her stomach at him, and gave him a slow lazy smile. What she hoped to accomplish here was anyone's guess, but he wished that he had Harrick beside him. Or the sword. Even with her skeleton laying just under her skin it would hurt her soom and possibly stun her long enough for him to get away. Getting away would be good just now.

She slowly stood, and started ripping at the skirts of her dress, chopping them to a more manageable length, ensuring that she'd never wear it in public again. She leapt at him, wings flapping, and landed heavily, pinning him again to the wall but this time facing her, something of an improvement. He saw stars swimming through his vision.