09-17-2018, 11:47 AM
He was utterly dismissive; shrugged and agreed like he had nothing better to do. Amusement glinted like glass shards in Ori's eyes. A shipwreck smile beckoned the unwary into the rocks. She laughed like he had just made the most amusing joke.
She knew what Ivan was, but she doubted he would lean on that easy advantage. The violence in him thrummed like intoxication, but it was a heat that craved the flesh and blood of a visceral kind of war. The power would be a cheat, tasting of victory and ash.
And thoroughly unimpressive.
Not that she calculated for Kasun to win either; not with the memory of Rafael's blood on his tongue and Ori's threat warping what little humanity caged his fragile mind. Though if fate had a tantrum, as the bitch was wont to do, she knew exactly what she would ask. Not a secret of value.
The impromptu change to the schedule bred curiosity. As they descended from the bar level it became clear the ringside seats of their pit were all occupied, and even the screens drew the dark shadow of crowds. It smelled of money and blood down here, uniting royalty from either side of the spectrum in uneasy truce. She picked a table anyway, slipped her way among them to wary looks.
One man in particular frowned hardest. Tattoos peeked from his suit sleeves, swirling across his hands. Ori curled into his lap like a cat, pressed the heat of a whisper into his ear. A lover's familiarity, at least in appearance, but it was not lust in Ori's eye, nor sweet nothings she poured. The man's jaw hardened.
Moments later the table vacated.
She sat without watching them leave. The curve of her smile was not a bask in victory; she'd already forgotten them. The tease was for Ryker instead. "If he does well, perhaps I'll take him from you, Ryker."
[[I will write Kas (and Nhysa) later... since I'm technically at work *cough* Did Ivan attack in that post, or can I presume he has made the first move?]]
She knew what Ivan was, but she doubted he would lean on that easy advantage. The violence in him thrummed like intoxication, but it was a heat that craved the flesh and blood of a visceral kind of war. The power would be a cheat, tasting of victory and ash.
And thoroughly unimpressive.
Not that she calculated for Kasun to win either; not with the memory of Rafael's blood on his tongue and Ori's threat warping what little humanity caged his fragile mind. Though if fate had a tantrum, as the bitch was wont to do, she knew exactly what she would ask. Not a secret of value.
The impromptu change to the schedule bred curiosity. As they descended from the bar level it became clear the ringside seats of their pit were all occupied, and even the screens drew the dark shadow of crowds. It smelled of money and blood down here, uniting royalty from either side of the spectrum in uneasy truce. She picked a table anyway, slipped her way among them to wary looks.
One man in particular frowned hardest. Tattoos peeked from his suit sleeves, swirling across his hands. Ori curled into his lap like a cat, pressed the heat of a whisper into his ear. A lover's familiarity, at least in appearance, but it was not lust in Ori's eye, nor sweet nothings she poured. The man's jaw hardened.
Moments later the table vacated.
She sat without watching them leave. The curve of her smile was not a bask in victory; she'd already forgotten them. The tease was for Ryker instead. "If he does well, perhaps I'll take him from you, Ryker."
[[I will write Kas (and Nhysa) later... since I'm technically at work *cough* Did Ivan attack in that post, or can I presume he has made the first move?]]