07-24-2014, 07:50 PM
Her bangs fell sharply across her eyes as she tilted her cheek toward her shoulder. Ivan was looming like a skyscraper as she contemplated a sarcastic retort, but Oriena glided near and curled her fingers around his throat. Claire was witness to an amusing deterioration of his expression from intrigued to disturbed in a few blinks of the eye.
He quickly backed down, likely still feeling her fingers digging into his flesh. The idea of it gave Claire chills, but they were warmed away by the pull of fingers laced through her own.
She let Oriena lead her away. As they walked, Claire shared a sharp smirk with her conspirator. "He thought I was pretty,"
she said, dry and dismissive.
Where Oriena led, Claire was content to follow. She did not elude herself into believing the other woman interfered out of the kindness of her heart. She had an agenda, but Claire did not mind. Everyone had agendas, Claire included.
He quickly backed down, likely still feeling her fingers digging into his flesh. The idea of it gave Claire chills, but they were warmed away by the pull of fingers laced through her own.
She let Oriena lead her away. As they walked, Claire shared a sharp smirk with her conspirator. "He thought I was pretty,"
she said, dry and dismissive.
Where Oriena led, Claire was content to follow. She did not elude herself into believing the other woman interfered out of the kindness of her heart. She had an agenda, but Claire did not mind. Everyone had agendas, Claire included.