08-08-2018, 07:48 PM
Oriena watched him in the mirror. He tilted his head, considering the challenge in her words. The razor of her smile. The glaze of anticipation in her stormy eyes. Jaxen enjoyed subtlety, and she had been prepared to give him that to meet her own ends. But the glimmers of those intention paled in comparison to the blaze evoked now. While he'd played at faces, Ori's casual path had set fire to the Atharim's home the last time they were together. Given the choice, she preferred the unpredictability of reckless action.
He tipped the pendulum.
Power wreathed her, a languorous warning that filled her up to the brim until she felt high from it. Her hands braced either side of the sink as the last of the water drained away. Blood rolled cold down her cheeks, the white of her smile bright against it, and she laughed, apparently amused that he would dare. Did he even consider what the entire hall outside the door would think if she stumbled out now, panting breathless, drenched in blood? Knowing what Jensen did now about her concealed injuries.
Fortunately her sight was set on other violent delights. Though possibly not ones he would enjoy any better.
"So you want to play? You'll recall I like to cheat." Blunt force abruptly slammed him back, savage enough to splinter the mirror he impacted. She turned, all devilish smirk and sultry challenge. Violence and lust blurred shamelessly, apt to fall either way on whim. She crooked a playful finger, inviting retaliation. The power still burned a bright and purposeful beacon.
He tipped the pendulum.
Power wreathed her, a languorous warning that filled her up to the brim until she felt high from it. Her hands braced either side of the sink as the last of the water drained away. Blood rolled cold down her cheeks, the white of her smile bright against it, and she laughed, apparently amused that he would dare. Did he even consider what the entire hall outside the door would think if she stumbled out now, panting breathless, drenched in blood? Knowing what Jensen did now about her concealed injuries.
Fortunately her sight was set on other violent delights. Though possibly not ones he would enjoy any better.
"So you want to play? You'll recall I like to cheat." Blunt force abruptly slammed him back, savage enough to splinter the mirror he impacted. She turned, all devilish smirk and sultry challenge. Violence and lust blurred shamelessly, apt to fall either way on whim. She crooked a playful finger, inviting retaliation. The power still burned a bright and purposeful beacon.