<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">At first, she ignored the annoyance that Ava represented. She hovered her hand over Karita's face, trying to discern what kind of demon it might be but the energy level was too low to truly capture any kind of reading. She would have to go down to the cargo hold and perhaps bring Howl with her in case something happened. She wasn't sure what would happen when she touched those glyphs. Hopefully, she wouldn't release any energy, but it was always possible. She may have had wards on her body to protect against such things, but the glyphs were for another demon and not herself. Devils and Demons were tricky bastards. Hearing Ava speak, she sighed and waited until he left before she spoke out loud again.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"I will discover your identity and expel you from this ship, make no mistake. I won't have you causing mayhem. This is my territory and you're trespassing. You do not tempt the Devil's breed and walk away unscathed. Heed my warnings well, demon."</span><br/>
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Turning, she left, the water still resting on the table. She knew that the scent mixed with the water would tempt the demon to waking up Karita as soon as Ava's magic lost its effect. Though it would be some time yet. The latch of the door clicked behind her as she stepped onto the main deck, looking at Ava with something akin to contempt. She knew it was some of the demon's energy making her irritated but it was also her territorial instincts that were sparking to life. It was her ship. These were her people. She wouldn't anyone destroy that. Especially not some filthy demon. It made her want to mark Ava as her property before moving to everyone else who meant something to her. Howl already bore a mark from her on his back when demons had been trying to kill him. But it felt a little different with Ava. She wasn't sure why. Her irritation soared as she tried to sort out her emotions and thoughts productively, her foot tapping on the deck with impatience.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"I'm not leaving. You need to listen to me."</span><br/>
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Howl said, his eyes narrowed with angry and irritation. She thought she had led him on?! That he didn't want to suck on her straining breasts and bring her to orgasm with his fingers? Please! Was she really that stupid? Fucking humans. This was why he stayed away from them sometimes. They got hurt too easily. But he didn't want her hurt and the fact that he could practically smell it wafting out of her pores did nothing to drain his anger. He was angry at himself, not her. He had put that hardened expression on her face and he wanted her soft and pliant once more. But he couldn't touch her intimately again like before. Not for awhile. Not when the energy on the ship was dark and electric. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"I am not leading you on, but we need to stop because I don't want to hurt you. You...don't even understand what the fuck I am, Jasna! I'm bloody fucking crazy and could ruin you! Ruin you! Do you get it?! I'm not....fuck. I'm not fucking good enough for you. I can't..."</span><br/>
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Frustrated beyond words, he got off the bed and grabbed his discarded shirt and armor. He felt so angry and ashamed and just irritated with himself. Why couldn't he be normal? He thought again for the hundredth time. Why couldn't he have been born with normal issues? Or lived a different life that didn't make him so distant and vile? It was how the world was for him. He didn't see things the same as everyone. And he had allowed himself to be drawn to Jasna's fiery light stupidly. He would destroy the woman she was if he stayed with her. He would ruin everything. He always did. <br/>
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He couldn't help but punch the wall as he left, hearing some of the wood splinter. He didn't want to scare her, but she needed to know what he was capable of. He hadn't even put a lot of power into his punch since he didn't want to break the entire wall, but it was enough. Perhaps she would keep him at a distance and he would be able to...to...to stay in her dreams where he belonged. He had no rights to her reality. Leaving her cabin was one of the smartest things he did. Even if every step felt like damnation.<br/>
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