"Alexio Alexander," Ledger leans closer to the frightened man, still sitting on my desk. "If you wanted my attention so badly, maybe you could put something on my desk that isn't the same monotonous shit everyone else is trying to feed me?"
Unsatisfied with their current distance, Ledger hops off the desk and kicks Alexio back down into his chair, prompting something between a frightened yell and a pained grunt.
"Ledger White!" I attempt to intervene again, but he's not listening this time.
"Or is it that you haven't been able to get it up since I forgot about you?" He laughs. "Maybe you think you can feel closer to me if we're both using the same holes?"
I feel sick from his question, for a multitude of reasons. This has gone on long enough and I'm putting an end to it. With outrage in every heavy step I take, I grab White by the shoulder and attempt to pull him away. Unsurprisingly he yanks away from me, punishing Alexio for it by kicking his chair over and going for a full swing.
Before he can connect his shoe to Alexio's poor skull I tackle the man, only to be startled by a brief kiss on the lips and pushed away. Everything happens so fast with this man that I'm going to lose my mind trying to keep up. The bastard acts almost exclusively on emotional impulse.
By the time I catch my footing from being pushed back, Ledger has already kicked Alexio once. Blood coats Ledger's shoe, it seeps onto my floor. God, I don't want to see someone die, especially not in my office. Left with no other options, I consider that it might be time to take drastic measures.
Magick isn't something one should treat lightly. It's a power driven by the soul itself, and how one uses it can permanently alter the trajectory of one's life. As a child I often had it compared to me using candy as an analogy. A little bit of candy can be good for you, especially depending on what's in it. Given my fragile mental state, the use of magick was effectively barred entirely from me by Papa.
"From My Soul: The Constraints of a Golden Age!" I shout the words that come naturally, tucked away in a deep cavern beneath my heart. Magick can come from words, from actions, but ideally both. The more of yourself you put into it, the more effective it will be.
Light erupts from me, ravenous binding strips of nitrate film stock seep from the crevice in my chest and wrap overpower Ledger with ease. He's constrained tightly and I heave a sigh, until he's not.
Ledger doesn't need to say anything for his own powers to seep out. In fact, I'd be more frightened if he said anything at all. Ocean spray erupts from his body, mere water breaking the bindings I had placed on him. A sharp sting shocks my body with each strip that's severed. The full force of the ocean is with him as he steps towards me, ripples of glowing plankton at his feet that shine like stars.
Oh, oh no. I could actually die here.
"From My Soul: Fealty of–!" I'm silenced by the frigid skin of his hand meeting my mouth gently. His body is unwavering as he pushes me back with it, only stopping when I feel the back of my desk collide with my rump. His unused hand meets my thigh, tracing down to my leg and lifting suddenly. By his gesture I can only assume he means for me to sit on the table, and I do so.
When I look into his eyes, I can see the depths of the ocean. It's chilling, dwarfing, sickening. I feel the smallest I've ever felt, as if I've lost sense of gravity whilst drowning in the sea. Like something watching me from the shadows, from all directions, he brings himself closer. Closer, closer, his grip on my mouth releases and he slides his hand down my cheek, moving to cup my face gently.
My mind is in a trance, my vision blurry. Is this the call of the sea? Is this the feeling of the abyss, manifested in a man who hungers just as it does? I can't identify if this intoxicating state is thanks to magick, Ledger's sheer being, or my own exhaustion.
Whatever it is, it feels strangely nice. Like the feeling one gets when warm and cozy in bed, on the cusp of falling asleep. Reality is fogging, but I believe I'm reciprocating a kiss right now. He likes those, it seems. I can't help but enjoy them too, when he's on the other end of it.
I feel my blouse coming undone, I hear Ledge's frustrated breath, I see nothing as a haze lingers over me. My soul is reacting to his on its own as I feel the remnants of the binding spell from earlier creep along his body, ready to absorb him into my system like an anemone finding its prey. I want to slowly devour him, I want to own him in his entirety, I want….
"Ah, fuck. She passed out"