10-11-2018, 03:20 PM
He did not retaliate. They never did.
How disappointing.
She did not watch him slink away, already finished with the irritation of his childish emotions; like he felt she owed him something.
The voracity of her own reaction disturbed her, though. Not the snap of anger, nor the cruelty of driving more pain into the cop's still bleeding wounds, but the source of that feeling. Because, oh, that sentiment was not hers. Her palm spread across her chest like she sought the vibration of her own heart, remembering that drifting sense of pressure.
A column of light finally infiltrated the darkness now the sparking electricity was doused. Shapes filtered in to locate Kasun, among them the drift of Ilya's gaunt frame; drawn by curiosity, she imagined, rather than any sense of duty. He held up two fingers, a faint smile of debt flickering his lips as he swept passed to investigate. Ori's gaze followed, utterly still, before she pulled away. Belligerence stiffened her muscles. She refused to care if the wolf lived or died.
But someone stopped her in the dark chamber beyond; the woman whose laughter had followed Ori into the ring. A resonance echoed now she cared to notice, and something else too. The power still shifted volatile through her veins, frustration grown a fragile tower.
How disappointing.
She did not watch him slink away, already finished with the irritation of his childish emotions; like he felt she owed him something.
The voracity of her own reaction disturbed her, though. Not the snap of anger, nor the cruelty of driving more pain into the cop's still bleeding wounds, but the source of that feeling. Because, oh, that sentiment was not hers. Her palm spread across her chest like she sought the vibration of her own heart, remembering that drifting sense of pressure.
A column of light finally infiltrated the darkness now the sparking electricity was doused. Shapes filtered in to locate Kasun, among them the drift of Ilya's gaunt frame; drawn by curiosity, she imagined, rather than any sense of duty. He held up two fingers, a faint smile of debt flickering his lips as he swept passed to investigate. Ori's gaze followed, utterly still, before she pulled away. Belligerence stiffened her muscles. She refused to care if the wolf lived or died.
But someone stopped her in the dark chamber beyond; the woman whose laughter had followed Ori into the ring. A resonance echoed now she cared to notice, and something else too. The power still shifted volatile through her veins, frustration grown a fragile tower.