11-05-2018, 10:20 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]With a life that South led, it was far easier to let things to rather than let feelings fester. You didn't grow up in a gang without learning the hard way that some things simply had to be released, if only to soothe your own thoughts. What was meant to be yours would eventually find it's way back... and then you'd know that it was something real, and you could start building your self-made family. For now they had no one but Ronan, Des... whatever the hell he wanted to call himself these days. They had stuck together for years now, and they knew it would take more than a little distance to separate a bond as strong as theirs.
It didn't take long for their gaze to scour over Jail's body appreciatively when he approached, taking everything (and they meant everything) in for consideration. Their grin turned decisively more flirtatious, but the feline didn't make any ulterior moves beyond that. There were limits, ones that Ro' had told them of in... excruciating detail, actually. There was being attracted to everything with a pulse, and then there was sexual assault... and South liked to think they were decent enough to leave those who didn't consent and children alone.
But that didn't mean they weren't above making their intentions and willingness known.
"Nah, not the sugar daddy type, I'm afraid," they fell silent for a moment, before a deep purr-like rumble resonated out from their chest and they continued. "But it takes nothin' but a word and you can be mine."
What could they say? Monogamy was for losers, and they didn't get a bunch of the jewels adorning their body by just existing. Sometimes you had to work for what you got... and shit, they were more than ready. It was easier to sell your body than your non-existent soul. Plus it came with a nice bonus - accessories, food, protection... at this point they had an entire posse at their side. Shame that most of them were just as dispensable as the trash beneath South's paws. Some of them were actually too naive for their own good, and far too eager to please. They didn't have the heart to cut any of them off. For now it was just them and Ro'... beyond that, everyone else had to keep working.
Family was different. For family, they'd take a bullet... for some one night stands who thought they owned the feline? They wouldn't even glance at their general direction if they were being dismembered.
But they were getting ahead of themselves with these thoughts. The possibility of finding anyone else to add to their list of 'family members' was highly improbable, and Jail hadn't even expressed an interest beyond his words. Too bad they weren't good at platonic relationships, maybe they could have struck up some sort of subtler relation with the man. But friends were hard to make and keep when you had more important things to deal with. There just wasn't enough time and energy for them to spend on things that were as fleeting as friendship. It was so much easier to indulge in things like one night stands, and let whatever it was either fizzle out into nothing, or become stronger than blood.
Not that they expected anyone to reach that level.
A soft, sultry chuckle escaped their throat soon after Jail's subsequent inquiry, knowing why he probably said it but unable to care enough to be more than subtly amused. Life was too short to spend it angry. Not when that anger could scare away potential partners. "You're not holding anything up, and yes, I am aware of who I am. South, pleasure to meet you. And before you start questioning whether I know the difference between my name and the direction - yes. Yes I am well aware, and it isn't my fault my parents decided to name me that," the words, although snarky without context, weren't sharp enough to be anything more than light teasing, and the still-amused gleam in the lion's pale eyes further proved that. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?"
It didn't take long for their gaze to scour over Jail's body appreciatively when he approached, taking everything (and they meant everything) in for consideration. Their grin turned decisively more flirtatious, but the feline didn't make any ulterior moves beyond that. There were limits, ones that Ro' had told them of in... excruciating detail, actually. There was being attracted to everything with a pulse, and then there was sexual assault... and South liked to think they were decent enough to leave those who didn't consent and children alone.
But that didn't mean they weren't above making their intentions and willingness known.
"Nah, not the sugar daddy type, I'm afraid," they fell silent for a moment, before a deep purr-like rumble resonated out from their chest and they continued. "But it takes nothin' but a word and you can be mine."
What could they say? Monogamy was for losers, and they didn't get a bunch of the jewels adorning their body by just existing. Sometimes you had to work for what you got... and shit, they were more than ready. It was easier to sell your body than your non-existent soul. Plus it came with a nice bonus - accessories, food, protection... at this point they had an entire posse at their side. Shame that most of them were just as dispensable as the trash beneath South's paws. Some of them were actually too naive for their own good, and far too eager to please. They didn't have the heart to cut any of them off. For now it was just them and Ro'... beyond that, everyone else had to keep working.
Family was different. For family, they'd take a bullet... for some one night stands who thought they owned the feline? They wouldn't even glance at their general direction if they were being dismembered.
But they were getting ahead of themselves with these thoughts. The possibility of finding anyone else to add to their list of 'family members' was highly improbable, and Jail hadn't even expressed an interest beyond his words. Too bad they weren't good at platonic relationships, maybe they could have struck up some sort of subtler relation with the man. But friends were hard to make and keep when you had more important things to deal with. There just wasn't enough time and energy for them to spend on things that were as fleeting as friendship. It was so much easier to indulge in things like one night stands, and let whatever it was either fizzle out into nothing, or become stronger than blood.
Not that they expected anyone to reach that level.
A soft, sultry chuckle escaped their throat soon after Jail's subsequent inquiry, knowing why he probably said it but unable to care enough to be more than subtly amused. Life was too short to spend it angry. Not when that anger could scare away potential partners. "You're not holding anything up, and yes, I am aware of who I am. South, pleasure to meet you. And before you start questioning whether I know the difference between my name and the direction - yes. Yes I am well aware, and it isn't my fault my parents decided to name me that," the words, although snarky without context, weren't sharp enough to be anything more than light teasing, and the still-amused gleam in the lion's pale eyes further proved that. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?"
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