…I am not looking forward to writing that scene. Oh God. Where did that idea come from????
I already know why God made me what I am."
I smirked at him. “Yeah, why’s that?”
“‘Cause I’m a badass.”
“Does being a sociopath makes you a badass?”
This time it was his turn to smirk. “It certainly helps.
Touched: The Sword
author: D. F. Jules
Either you’ll move it. Or I’ll break it.
Original character in Touched: The Saint
His hands slid away from me but I could still feel the imprint of his palms on my skin. The thread that had tangled us together started to unravel, like spider webs parting at the thrust of a hand, clinging to my skin. I watched him roll his shoulders and rub his hands together, a leftover of our connection made my palm felt the pricks of a thousand hot needles. His eyes were still golden bright, always a sign that he was using his powers. “Yeah. How are your hands?”
I watched the way he stood in front of me, relaxed and oozing satisfaction. I got the impression that he was also surprised that he had healed me the way he had. How deep our Merge had gone. And he was terribly pleased with himself.
“I don’t know. Let’s test it, shall we?”
I rammed my fist against his face and felt barbaric glee when I heard something in his face break. I knew the injury wouldn’t last but the knowledge that I had broken his nose would last me a while.
“I’m almost done.” His voice said into my ear. For a second I thought our connection was broken again and I wondered why it didn’t hurt like it did before but then I felt the motion of his chest against my back, how his breathing matched mine. Then I realized that the single heartbeat inside my head was not single at all, it was both of our hearts, beating in perfect time.