Diary of a Witch

(C) By Dragenruler 09

~Please scroll down~ Inky eyes narrowed as her ruby lips pouted, giving off the innocence of a puppy. He could’ve laughed at the irony, but he mustn’t, not at aloud. Her faultless face caressed her chocolate hair, bloody stripes curled upwards. Puffy lips transformed into a sluggish smile as she tipped her head. “Job…?” A one word question - a mere shadow to what those puffy lips where asking about, hidden behind the inky clouds of her inky orbs. The end of my mouth twitched upwards, a crooked smile gracing my features. “Lilith…” The bitterness burned as her name rolled of my tongue. “Don’t you have someone to charm or trick?” The words dripped of hatred…? Her ruby lips parted and a demonic chuckled was slashed at my face. Her inky orbs glowing with amusement as she shot her hands up against my brawny chest – years of fighting against the pages had paid me well. My eyes snapped down towards hers as she licked her – delicious, mouthwatering, bewitching – lips. “Kyne…” She whispered my name so sweetly. I wanted to believe that again– wanted. But I knew it was not meant to be said sweetly – I knew her too dearly -. Underneath the beauty of her ruby lips and inky orbs and milky skin framed by chocolate hair was the true her – a devil. “Lilith, what is it you want?” She pulled back sluggishly, a small grin embracing her face as she drew her nails down my arms. Blood seeped through the deep wounds as she let out a light giggle as the sight of the blood. “Silly boy…” She paused darkly, her palm making contact with my strong jaw bone – breaking it. “There’re many values which I desire…” Her inky orbs locked mine in a heated gaze as she pursed her moist ruby lips. “But there’re simply desires, my dear Kyne.” Her hand hit against the other side of my jaw as I tried to escape her gasp– a snap echoed throughout the hall. “Do not try to be like that, Kyne…” She purred. “Besides, ‘ave you already forgotten?” She tip-toed, her nose barely leveled with my ear as she tried to purred into my ear before I could respond. “A live written in the diary of a witch is not nearly as safe as you may think. I’d be careful if I ‘as you…” A sly grin escaped her as she pushed me through her pages…