02-08-2019, 06:49 PM
“So you keep promising, sweet one.” She laughed and booped a gentle finger against his nose. His weight sank beneath her like his strength bled out on the cushions, head tilted back to expose the column of a vulnerable throat. Nhysa was used to planning and executing her own jobs, but everything here had been gifted on a silver platter. A heavier dosage than she would perhaps have chosen to mix herself. Incompetence, ignorance, or a lack of faith in her abilities against a channeler? The roulette wheel spun, but she shrugged off the annoyance.
His body was warm, and normally she would have welcomed the invitation. Enemy or not, she was rarely adverse to mixing a little pleasure with business, but he was already teetering on the edges of falling too deep. Insensibility rather dulled the charm. Her head tilted at his breath of contentment, apparently at ease with the accusation she had drugged him. Most people struggled beneath the realisation even as the haze closed in.
“You think I drugged you?” And for that? She laughed, genuinely tickled by the absurdity. Her palm cupped his chin again, seeking his attention. “Compliments of Ascendancy. I guess they think you’re dangerous, Jaxen Marveet.”
His body was warm, and normally she would have welcomed the invitation. Enemy or not, she was rarely adverse to mixing a little pleasure with business, but he was already teetering on the edges of falling too deep. Insensibility rather dulled the charm. Her head tilted at his breath of contentment, apparently at ease with the accusation she had drugged him. Most people struggled beneath the realisation even as the haze closed in.
“You think I drugged you?” And for that? She laughed, genuinely tickled by the absurdity. Her palm cupped his chin again, seeking his attention. “Compliments of Ascendancy. I guess they think you’re dangerous, Jaxen Marveet.”