09-13-2018, 08:10 PM
His chin tilted. Slits of eyes wary of the daggers in hers. Moments like this often left a man with a blade in his ribs, payment for momentary distraction. The press of her palm pushed, but he did not move.
The barest parting of lips dripped promises thinly veiled. Surprising that the slits of white behind such honeyed lips didn’t taper to fangs.
Face tilted, the snort of a wager was entertained. “Foolish suggestion, girl. What do you have in mind?” He had no doubt his boy would win. Rage radiated from the charred remains of a soul cindered irreparable. One hungry for brutality. And he could channel. Kasun held no hope for victory.
The barest parting of lips dripped promises thinly veiled. Surprising that the slits of white behind such honeyed lips didn’t taper to fangs.
Face tilted, the snort of a wager was entertained. “Foolish suggestion, girl. What do you have in mind?” He had no doubt his boy would win. Rage radiated from the charred remains of a soul cindered irreparable. One hungry for brutality. And he could channel. Kasun held no hope for victory.