01-05-2024, 07:00 PM
He was reasonable, and the passiveness of it grated. Ori rolled her eyes.
“And I told you I didn’t do half measures,” she said. When he reached to placate her she moved away from the touch. That he thought he knew what she wanted did not sit well, but expectation of her anger or frustration instead cooled her flat. She looked down at him. He’d called her a friend, and he was wrong about that. By the inscrutability of her expression, she was not about to share anything of herself. Nox picked the wrong time to poke at her vulnerabilities.
“If I wanted a punching bag I’d fight ringside at Almaz. And if I wanted you to cater to my every whim, I’d make you.” She pressed a finger to his skull, to illustrate what she meant, but didn’t reach for the power to do it. He’d mentioned her scars before, but she’d never told him what had happened. There was plenty of proof online, but the circle of fire had been so violent most were just shaky videos of flame and smoke. If anyone had caught the land of Ryker's first punch, Ori had never gone looking for it.
“I’ve no interest in being the architect to this pity party, or whatever punishment it is you apparently think you deserve.” She swiped the bottle back up and headed for the door.
“And I told you I didn’t do half measures,” she said. When he reached to placate her she moved away from the touch. That he thought he knew what she wanted did not sit well, but expectation of her anger or frustration instead cooled her flat. She looked down at him. He’d called her a friend, and he was wrong about that. By the inscrutability of her expression, she was not about to share anything of herself. Nox picked the wrong time to poke at her vulnerabilities.
“If I wanted a punching bag I’d fight ringside at Almaz. And if I wanted you to cater to my every whim, I’d make you.” She pressed a finger to his skull, to illustrate what she meant, but didn’t reach for the power to do it. He’d mentioned her scars before, but she’d never told him what had happened. There was plenty of proof online, but the circle of fire had been so violent most were just shaky videos of flame and smoke. If anyone had caught the land of Ryker's first punch, Ori had never gone looking for it.
“I’ve no interest in being the architect to this pity party, or whatever punishment it is you apparently think you deserve.” She swiped the bottle back up and headed for the door.
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