12-23-2013, 08:42 AM
The waters of boredom rose to ankle-depth by the time Hood was done entertaining Jaxen's bravado. The fact that Spectra continued to grace this back of the house hallway when the show was going on without her testified to her mercy. On behalf of Hood. She'd been surprised to see him, certainly, but now the cards of the previous round were folded and she was ready to begin again.
In addition to respecting his wish, another object elongated her patience to ride out the throes of mundane chitchat. That was the woman whom Jaxen named Oriena. She was an overflowing creekbed muddying the pristine jungles of their party. Yet she had a pretty enough face. If the woman were to apply herself, she might be able to rise to Spectra's standards. Although it would take a surgeon to shape her curves; and appropriate stilettos might camouflage squat legs. It wasn't Oriena's physical presence that bubbled irritation beneath Spectra's flawless skin. It was one she sensed far beneath the surface. The woman was still inferior to Spectra's power, but she had the potential to glow like a beacon. That was something Spectra never wanted to experience again: forced submission.
When Hood was done with them, waters of relief washed her fresh. She slipped her arm back into his, and smiled encouragingly, if also with a touch of impatience. "I had no idea you had so many friends. Next I'll be taking a ticket and standing in line."
Her lips pursed coy, commenting on the situation without having revealed anything about it, and she followed where he led next.
In addition to respecting his wish, another object elongated her patience to ride out the throes of mundane chitchat. That was the woman whom Jaxen named Oriena. She was an overflowing creekbed muddying the pristine jungles of their party. Yet she had a pretty enough face. If the woman were to apply herself, she might be able to rise to Spectra's standards. Although it would take a surgeon to shape her curves; and appropriate stilettos might camouflage squat legs. It wasn't Oriena's physical presence that bubbled irritation beneath Spectra's flawless skin. It was one she sensed far beneath the surface. The woman was still inferior to Spectra's power, but she had the potential to glow like a beacon. That was something Spectra never wanted to experience again: forced submission.
When Hood was done with them, waters of relief washed her fresh. She slipped her arm back into his, and smiled encouragingly, if also with a touch of impatience. "I had no idea you had so many friends. Next I'll be taking a ticket and standing in line."
Her lips pursed coy, commenting on the situation without having revealed anything about it, and she followed where he led next.