08-24-2018, 09:14 PM
Oriena's lips made a flat line, her attention twisting as someone spoke to wield fate like a shroud. For her, and for Nox. The Facility was a dark rumour in Moscow's Underground, a place where one might disappear never to return. Cara had been as terrified of discovery by the government as she was of the snakes who hunted her in the days before Ascendancy revealed his glorious self to the world.
"A taste of Custody justice is it, Marcus? Come, I'll even make it easy for you." She held both wrists out like a supplicant, aware how wretched she looked; how utterly and pitiably weak. Cut off from the power she hardly made a fearsome fucking threat. But it wasn't a play at innocence, and there was nothing demure in her expression. She had nothing more to lose and no way to defend herself.
But if they wished to court enmity, so be it.
Her voice lowered to a purr. A storm raged in her eyes, full of challenge. "Make an enemy, sweetheart. All you have to do is slide the needle in."
She knew him from the Almaz. Knew the light that sparked like flame as he watched the violence of the pits. Her teeth sank into the knowledge; she'd keep pushing until she drew blood.
"But I'm afraid you'll have to come closer." Her head canted. She did not smile, though dark amusement glittered at each purposeful chip she undermined to his authority. "Unless you're too scared? You could always order one of the black dogs to do it. Or a twist of power instead? Maybe Ascendancy would like the pleasure. Though I don't promise not to bite."
"A taste of Custody justice is it, Marcus? Come, I'll even make it easy for you." She held both wrists out like a supplicant, aware how wretched she looked; how utterly and pitiably weak. Cut off from the power she hardly made a fearsome fucking threat. But it wasn't a play at innocence, and there was nothing demure in her expression. She had nothing more to lose and no way to defend herself.
But if they wished to court enmity, so be it.
Her voice lowered to a purr. A storm raged in her eyes, full of challenge. "Make an enemy, sweetheart. All you have to do is slide the needle in."
She knew him from the Almaz. Knew the light that sparked like flame as he watched the violence of the pits. Her teeth sank into the knowledge; she'd keep pushing until she drew blood.
"But I'm afraid you'll have to come closer." Her head canted. She did not smile, though dark amusement glittered at each purposeful chip she undermined to his authority. "Unless you're too scared? You could always order one of the black dogs to do it. Or a twist of power instead? Maybe Ascendancy would like the pleasure. Though I don't promise not to bite."