09-29-2014, 04:13 PM
They were brutal. And she found it delicious. Ori saw no reason to interfere, and she watched the destruction with a wicked gleam. The violence burned hot in her blood, awakened something long dormant that squeezed tight in her chest and pulsed in time to the light streaming her veins. It didn't matter if she had caused it. She revelled anyway, until the fires burned low and they collapsed panting on the floor. Low laughter hummed in her throat. Relegation to a prize rankled an annoyance that never quite surfaced beyond narrowed eyes, because she was too busy calculating the best way to use the situation to her advantage.
Ori laughed low at Nox's parting words, but the look in her eye was sharp. He was mistaken as to her role, but she saw no reason for correction. Such docile acceptance of an insult was not a good thing. Her smile was poison sweet. "Enjoy your hand tonight, Nox."
She blew a kiss to follow him out, her smile turning razor-edged.
She tolerated Giovanni's arm about her shoulder afterwards. Unsolicited possession irritated her, as did the endearment - which she supposed was why he used it. But neither did she move away. The bar was completely empty now, but at least one of those who'd fled would have alerted the police, which meant devils were on their way. "Because I wanted proof of what I thought you were."
She smiled up under pitch dark lashes, because he'd completely danced to her tune in confirmation of that one. She'd played him, whether he wished to play her games or not, and he hadn't exactly been unwilling. Despite his cute threats to the contrary.
He'd told her not to play games. Not to tease him. She continued to do both with careless abandon, brushing off his earlier warning; daring him to act on his words. He could try to kill her. He would fail. Though it wasn't an enemy she desired, the result would still be the same, and she would still get what she wanted. So he could either work with her or against her. She shifted to stand in front of him, hands braced on the wall either side of his waist. Her hips hovered close. "We run. We hide. Cower. Hunted, like vermin."
Her grin glinted bright with the promise of mayhem. She used his own word: hunted. Suspected he would be amenable to her suggestion. "I'm done with being prey."
Ori laughed low at Nox's parting words, but the look in her eye was sharp. He was mistaken as to her role, but she saw no reason for correction. Such docile acceptance of an insult was not a good thing. Her smile was poison sweet. "Enjoy your hand tonight, Nox."
She blew a kiss to follow him out, her smile turning razor-edged.
She tolerated Giovanni's arm about her shoulder afterwards. Unsolicited possession irritated her, as did the endearment - which she supposed was why he used it. But neither did she move away. The bar was completely empty now, but at least one of those who'd fled would have alerted the police, which meant devils were on their way. "Because I wanted proof of what I thought you were."
She smiled up under pitch dark lashes, because he'd completely danced to her tune in confirmation of that one. She'd played him, whether he wished to play her games or not, and he hadn't exactly been unwilling. Despite his cute threats to the contrary.
He'd told her not to play games. Not to tease him. She continued to do both with careless abandon, brushing off his earlier warning; daring him to act on his words. He could try to kill her. He would fail. Though it wasn't an enemy she desired, the result would still be the same, and she would still get what she wanted. So he could either work with her or against her. She shifted to stand in front of him, hands braced on the wall either side of his waist. Her hips hovered close. "We run. We hide. Cower. Hunted, like vermin."
Her grin glinted bright with the promise of mayhem. She used his own word: hunted. Suspected he would be amenable to her suggestion. "I'm done with being prey."
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