Bad Bitch -katarina-

Katarina belongs to my friend Candy :)

xxx

Bad bitch, bad bitch,
Beware the Bad Bitch!
Katarina was a bad bitch!

SHe knew she ruled, she didn't have to prove it....
She had class, and sass, she also had beauty
She didn't follow the rules, but she made them.
She could have been sweet but also the meanest.

Bad bitch, bad bitch!
Her mistress was a bad bitch!

Asma loved it the most when she was a beast.
Rocking the smocking, a cig in her lips
her hair so fine and killer shoes on her feet.
She walked over the corpses of her enemies.

She conquered lands, she defeated her enemies
And at the end of the day, she had her king and her girl.
Life was sweet, life was good.

She was a bad bitch
and would be for good.

max and asma

//Just saw this and it made me think of them <3 (max belongs to a friend)

“Look at me! Look at me real close” –He commanded-

She refused, at first. Scared that he could read into her heart and discovered the darkest secrets she kept from him. She refused to let him see the effect he had on her. How faster her heart beat whenever he was near, how much Goosebumps covered her arms whenever he touched her or even how much she craved to hear his voice. No. she refused to look at him.

“Why would I do such a thing?”

Her voice was harsh, she tried to toughen up but a few variations in her tone betrayed her emotions. Her voice was trembling, shaking like a cat surprised by the wind. Nipping at her bottom lip, the Elder stepped back but he followed her, forcing her to hit the wall with her back.

“Don’t escape. Look at me.”

“No. Leave me alone.”

Her voice was weak but he insisted. Both hands were on each side of her face, that face she kept down. She’d just decimated her foes, caused carnage. Her hands were still soaked with blood and pieces of brain, intestines, and flesh. She enjoyed it, nearly went crazy for her bloodthirst was becoming stronger and stronger. It wasn’t healthy, she wasn’t healthy. She knew that coming to Chicago was not a good idea, maybe the worst she ever had but Warren had to be avenged, didn’t he? Her lips trembled and she tilted her head to the side.

“Look at me Asma!”

“What is that you want to see? I am a psychopath…sometimes. Yeah, when I don’t control myself when I don’t protect myself. This city is dark, so dark…it fueled my aching heart with revenge and bloodlust. It wasn’t m-m-me. It wasn’t me!”

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand.”

“You don’t! You won’t! What you saw was a beast, not a woman! I was a beast enjoying my carnage! How can you..how can you?..”

He unusually wasn’t that gentle, but he did make an effort for she needed it. His fingers grabbed her chin and lifted her head so he could see her wet eyes. It didn’t take long, maybe a second or two before he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her with the hidden passion inside of him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders while his seized her waist and pulled her closer to his form. Hungry they were for each other, worried he was for her; ashamed she ended up being. Pulling away from him, Asma took her breath back. His psychic print went crazy; he was projecting so much she couldn’t even ignore it. The golden eyes grew wide in size and she cupped his cheek.

“What was that for?”

“You’re wrong about something. What I see when I look at you is not what you did. I know who you are, I know…how I feel about who you are. It’s all that matters to me Azz.”

“But…the carnage?. The people..”

“These crazy ninja guys? They were trying to kill you! I don’t care if you slaughtered them, I helped you silly! We were in this together.” He cupped her cheek with his large hand and pressed his lips against hers, nicely this time.

“I’m dreaming…”

“Not quite.”

“I’m dreaming.” She insisted.

“Maybe another kiss could help.” He joked but she shook her head and softly smiled.

“You can’t be real.” –she shook her head-

“You’re the psychic here.” –He grinned-

“I’ll pinch you then.” She pinched his bicep for the sake of doing it and while he pretended to be pretending she hurt him (she actually did), Max pulled her into a tight hug.

“It’s a ride or dies thing Azz. I don’t know why you’re feeling so remorseful but I do know how much of a good person you are inside. I’m the rotten tomato here.”

“Silly…” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his chest. “Thank you..”

“Don’t mention it, kid. Where do we go now?...”

“Back home. I have to bury his heart with him, allow his soul to rest. Our journey is not over yet.”

And they left. What they didn’t know, was that it wasn’t the end of their journey, merely the beginning.