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Luca watched him amused by the bristling anger she could see in his eyes. She felt that pleasurable feeling brim at the top of her emotions. The one thing that made her smile in the place where she never smiled. She could see all the reactions of an angry beast. No, a bull that wanted to charge. That tiger that when tempted with prey goes for the kill. She fidgeted excitement beginning to topple the pleasure she felt. She grinned as he went into motion so quickly that her eyes just barely followed.

He had her pinned against the wall. She almost laughed but contained it, just barely. His eyes showed the rage that she wished she could express. The only problem with that was that she still had some sense of being courteous from her mother. In some ways, she guessed that she teased Lyle because he could express that emotion that she couldn't. She could express her anger but she could never flip that switch into rage unless she was being ravaged by shadows, attacked by mobs, or consumed by the flames in her dreams. She couldn't tell who she was hurting then. She wanted to know who was feeling the pain and that the person deserved it. She shivered from the delightful electric adrenaline shocks going up her spine. "Lyle. Do you really want to hurt me? What did I ever do to you? Are you doing this because your not so pretty on the inside?" She raised her hand to touch her index finger to the spot where his heart would have been. "Is it because your feeling lonely or perhaps, sad?" She giggled moving the hand that was already raised down his chest to his hand that was gripped on her throat in a slow stroke. "You should do something about that you know. It's not healthy to be angry all the time." She dug her nails into his hand knowing it wouldn't do much. Turning her face and exposing her throat, she brushed the dark brown hair away from the frail skin feeling dangerous and unbidden. "Go ahead. I know that you can't control yourself like I can." She emphasized the last three words with her snide tone. Mocking him to his face. She was about to say something else when she heard footsteps come out of her room into the hall. Shifting to peer over his tall figure, she spotted her roommate. "Darn it." She pushed Lyle off with a hard shove to the chest slipping out of his grasp.

"Lacrimosa." She spoke her name as she crouched next to the girl analyzing her expression. "They aren't there. Your here with me. Those things aren't even alive. Their just jealous because you live where they want to. Ignore them. Be proud. Your with me in this reality." She reached out summoning up the feelings her mother had invoked in her. The gentle touches her mother gave her. Touching the girl's shoulder as softly as she could without hurting her and shook her a bit. "Come back." She moved the hand to rest it on the girl's hair ruffling it slightly like a father would when he would tell his child that he loved them. Luca could only give out the memories to the girl because she knew no better. What gentle touches could Luca give her when all she wanted was violence? When just a few seconds ago to had been tempting a beast that could have hurt her unafraid? Memories were the only things she had that would suffice in a situation like this. Even if it hurt to remember those things.