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KATE ARGENT
independent
selective
written by ash

established august 2011
previously ;
therenewedhuntress
bellechasseresse

revamped [ again ] july 2015

Hello Again || Karek

adversuus:

            A smell was always the most visceral and powerful when inducing memories and emotions. It had the capability to trigger thoughts and feelings that had laid dormant or pushed to the dark recesses of the mind. It turned a happy memory into something beautiful again before it curled into nostalgia. And it took the demons and frayed their edges, putting them to life again. 

            A scent took anger and turned it into a hard fist. 

                                         At least in Derek’s heart. 

            He allowed the hunter — because the only other suitable word for her was murderer — only a moment to talk before he rushed her. Clawed fingers curled around the slim of her neck before she was lifted off the ground and slammed into the wall. It wasn’t enough to truly harm her, he had more self control than that, but his first instinct had gotten away from him.

            It was the smell; both pleasant and capable of inducing more anger than Derek was able to tolerate. ——the Argent’s usually had that effect on him though. 

            “What are you doing here?” Hand still a vice against Kate’s throat, but he lowered her, enough so her boots were flat along the floor and she could speak without the risk of losing consciousness. “Why?

          Noting how tense he seemed, the huntress smirked even wider than before. She wasn’t the only one that was bothered by this little encounter, be it good or bad. Made her feel a little bit better. Only it took half a second for his fingers to curl around her neck and her back met the wall enough to knock the breath out of her.

          Hands flying up to pull at his hand instinctively she struggled for a moment, her lips parted as she tried to breathe. Wasn’t happening at the moment though. She relaxed slightly to make her breath last longer, regaining the composure in her face back to a tiny smirk as she eyed him. His words were like venom, filled with both anger and pain. A tone that she knew quite well. That tone had been bounced around in the Argent home behind the scenes after the fire. 

          Once her feet met the floor once more and the claws around her neck loosened just enough for her to be able to breathe, she took a deep breath and licked her lips, raising an eyebrow. “Asphyxiation? Kinky.” she mused with a wink before finally answering his question.

          “Well if you must know, psychotic bitches need homes too.” she spoke, her tone calm, yet almost passive aggressive. She had a love/hate relationship with that title. She was definitely a bitch, but not as psychotic as everyone seemed to believe. “–But it’s obvious that here would be hell on earth for everyone around us, so I think I’ll just stick to a house.”