Lucky chuckled, but it wasn't a pleasant sound. Not like his nervous laugh or the more genuine one he'd used with her before. No, this one was the sound of a person dealing with all kinds of grief in all the wrong ways at the moment.
It was demeaning, and heralded his next words. "Well, then excuse my French, you pute bete de pouffe et tas de merde." He saw movement and glanced down at her clenched fist, smirking this time. The smirk was even more unpleasant than the chuckle.
Somewhere in the back of his head, the part of Lucky that had done very little swearing in his life was recoiling from the situation. The part of him that really actually liked Brie was pulling at him, trying to draw him back. The decent part of him, which was most of him, was saying this was wrong, he should take it all back and apologize, he had no right and no reason to say or do any of this.
But his heart could only see his dad's smiling face, mixed with images of his father's cold dead body in the casket, and that was the part of him that was angry.
(haha sorry about that, he's actually not too bad at it. XD)
(oh, but its SO out of character. I've never written him swearing at anything XD )
(haha sorry about that, he's actually not too bad at it. XD)
(oh, but its SO out of character. I've never written him swearing at anything XD )
(oof… now i feel even worse for him, lol.)
The guy that was just smiling and chatting with her casually, now decided to slash her heart into pieces, and even had the audacity to grin like that. At this rate, Brie was not going to let any of it slide, not for anything in the world.
The girl uncurled her fist. Couldn't the idiot realize that she could just stop his heart right there and then without even touching him? Or even make him stop breathing, or- the possibilities were pretty much endless for her.
Brie tried to think of something vaguely fast, but muscle memory led her to violently press her right thumb to the middle of her left palm, hopefully causing him to feel as if somebody had violently punched him right between his ribs, if anything, momentarily knocking some air out of his lungs. She glared at him, ready if she needed to keep going.
If she'd picked anywhere else on Lucky's body, he'd probably have been doubled over on pain, realizing his mistakes.
But Brie picked his chest. The one place already in so much pain, he barely noticed.
Lucky's chest had hurt everyday for 9 months since his dad had died. Every single day, he woke up with a lump in his throat and a deep ache in his ribcage.
Her phantom punch hit him, but other than suddenly being short of breath, he hardly reacted. He held her eye contact, and just mumbled. "If that's your power, you'd be better just hitting me."
He was also aware, now, that he was talking to the type of girl who would use her power to hurt people when she was mad. If he'd been thinking clearly, he'd have recognized that as villain behavior.
(I did just realize that the least likely thing is for her to hit him XD but still)
((^-^ )> Yeah, lol…)
Brie drew in a shuddering breath. Did he lie about not having a power? Was he immune to hers? The impact had clearly hit him, had it? The cascade of questions vigorously flooded her mind. As much as she tried to keep her glare, they seemed to leak out of her widened eyes. The agonizing temptation of just punching him to bits intensified, however the only things restraining her from curling her fingers back into a fist were the last few strands of reasoning in her brain and the thought of being further humiliated, or worse, injured.
The flame returned to her gaze as the ounce of determination sharpened in the depths of her locked mind. Backing down was no longer an option, not at the moment. The opportunity was in the palm of her hand, and Brie was not going to let it slip through her fingers like she had done before.
She slightly moved her right thumb to her left ring finger, focusing intently into Lucky's eyes. This time it wasn't as if she was trying to intimidate him, it was as if she was staring further into him, reaching into the depths of his brain and piercing its tender interior with a million barbed needles.
If she could channel the piercing migraine, intensifying every eight seconds to the point that it disorients him enough, she could let her power rest and go from there. If not… it didn't matter yet, this tactic had to work, it simply had to. It just had to.
Lucky kept the stare locked in. At this point, it was a battle of wills, and Brie had turned it into a fight between his willpower and her superpower. Lucky was stubborn. The last year or so had taught him, as much as the rest of his life, that stubbornness and standing firm in the face of everything that came at you was really the only way to keep who you were when the world tried to pull it away. He was aware, in this case, that it wasn't that deep; Brie wasn't trying to rip away his life and his wellbeing.
But she was attacking him. Sure, he'd said some angry words, but she was the one who had decided to respond with physical violence. She was the one who wouldn't use her power to help people, but would clearly use it to hurt people and exert power over them. And that was just… so wrong, in Lucky's mind.
So he clamped down. He could feel the pressure mounting behind his eyes, feel a huge headache coming on, but he just did what he'd done a million times before. His head felt like when someone had kicked him in the head in muay thai practice, or when someone had locked in a serious chokehold in BJJ, or whenever else someone had attacked his head in practice or competition.
He made sure his weight was steady so he didn't fall over, and kept his glare focused.
(bro, idk if i can execute my idea at this rate… Lucky is pretty strong…)
(oof… Sorry. He's pretty used to being in physical pain :/ what do you need him to do for your plan to happen?)
Brie knew he was receiving her blow; he was just good at dealing with it. He most likely a high pain tolerance, and if she waited at least another minute, the pain would become almost unbearable. The girl took a slight step back and removed the migraine from him at a dizzying speed.
At this rate, she had forgotten what they had been arguing about in the first place and it could have only gotten worse for her if she had kept going with the streams of supernatural power. She couldn't afford to waste it on one person.
She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands, "Sorry… I didn't mean to actually hurt you. 'Bout we call it even?" Brie lifted her eyes to look up at him again. Her mind relaxed a bit, she wasn't backing down, she simply was avoiding any further problems, that was all. She still hadn't sat back down; the little strand of stubbornness was still lingering in the back of her mind.
(oof… Sorry. He's pretty used to being in physical pain :/ what do you need him to do for your plan to happen?)
(actually nvm, i think i can do something now, dw about it. (^^''))
Lucky was on the verge of deciding he'd had enough of this whole mess, when she let up. The pain in his head disappeared as Brie took a step back.
The pain in his chest, as usual, did not. She wanted to call it even, despite the fact that Lucky hadn't really done anything to her other than call her out on her selfishness.
The sudden realization that this had been a date was what made Lucky relax. He stepped back from her as well, breaking the eye contact and looking down as he gathered up his stuff. "Calling it even sounds fine." He gave a slight whistle, and Sinjoro looked up. The horse pulled his tether loose and trotted over, nuzzling his rider. He could tell Lucky was hurting and upset. "I'm sorry I made you so angry you felt physical violence was necessary." Lucky said quietly, still not looking at her. He rolled the half-eaten Honey-Roll back into its wrapper and stuck it in one of the small saddle bags, intent on leaving. This had been a bad idea. Brie was beautiful, even in the midst of them fighting, but he hadn't bothered to get to know her. He'd just asked out the first girl who gave him butterflies.
Clearly a lesson he'd needed to learn.
Brie opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, about to sit back down. She had one chance to get to know someone, and she blew it. She did. With her stupid power. Why was it ever brought up in the first place? Why did she- It didn't matter, whatever she did… she had to make it right.
Impulsively, she stepped closer to him. "Hey, are you sure you're okay? I mean the attack was pretty strong. I wouldn't want you to deal with any side effects over it." Brie quickly placed her right palm over his forehead then the back of her left hand on his cheek, then pulled them away, erasing any small trace of pain she had pierced through him, "Yeah, s- sorry about that, I just needed to make sure something doesn't go wrong out of nowhere…"
Brie backed away from him, "Well, see you-" She glanced down at her hands. The dark spot, it was… glistening, shimmering many different bright shades and tints. Brie stared up at Lucky, "Wait…"
(nyeah… Kinda wonky but yeah…👍🏽)
(hey, i think its a cool move. well done)
Lucky wasn't looking at her when she stepped closer, and suddenly she was speaking. He turned to her, without really meaning to, and was struck again by how pretty she was. It bothered him now, though his anger was quickly cooling, turning more to frustration with himself mixed in with some shame.
She touched him, and Lucky froze momentarily, before he pulled back. He wasn't really a fan of people touching his face. "Thanks." Despite his mixed feelings, he was still going to leave. This had gone very wrong, and he was still a bit mad at her, even in the midst of everything else. He pulled himself up into the saddle in an easy, practiced move, and turned Sinjoro towards home.
He heard Brie say something, but it was quiet, and he needed to get out of there before things got weird again. "See you around." He slapped the reins gently, and Sinjoro took off towards home.
It wasn't until he got out of town and let Sinjoro run a little faster that he felt his face tingle in the wind. That was different. A thought crossed his mind, one that was horrifying after the conversation they'd just had, and by the time he got home, Lucky was very worried.
He hurried into the house, ignoring Tante Sofia's worried greeting, and took the stairs two at a time as he hurried up to his bathroom.
A few seconds of scrubbing later, and his concerns were confirmed. His face, specifically his left cheek, was a tingly rainbow mess of colors
Brie's touch had activated his soulmark.
(ah yes. believe it's your turn if you wanted to pick this one up)
