05-29-2014, 06:24 PM
The sounds of footsteps and Spectra turned. A bottle of water was at her lips, but she was in no rush to drink, merely moisten her mouth with refreshment.
Damien's question tilted her curiosity, an emotion safely tucked compartmentalized from the skills he alluded to. It caused a playfully bashful fluttering of her eyes.
Beneath the coquettishness, worry curled like smoke around her stomach. Damien had captured her unawares once, and he had the potential to do as much, or more, again. They were each creatures of legend, but even a dragon may be slain by another of its own kind.
Spectra bowed her head, the warning sincerely heeded. Had he tipped her chin upward, she might have followed, but without the provokation, she kept her gaze lowered, subservient as she came into the circle of his immediate presence.
Her fingers trailed tentative along his forearms, careful to neither bind him down nor show too much fear. By his own admission, Damien's interest in Spectra was tied to her usefulness to him. A cowardly woman he would cast aside.
An apology, crystalline and soulful dripped from those moist lips like droplets of dew. Her eyes, vibrant as the jungle, shifted to his, "With all my heart, I will never turn my malice upon you again."
Her smile was doleful as her words.
Damien's question tilted her curiosity, an emotion safely tucked compartmentalized from the skills he alluded to. It caused a playfully bashful fluttering of her eyes.
Beneath the coquettishness, worry curled like smoke around her stomach. Damien had captured her unawares once, and he had the potential to do as much, or more, again. They were each creatures of legend, but even a dragon may be slain by another of its own kind.
Spectra bowed her head, the warning sincerely heeded. Had he tipped her chin upward, she might have followed, but without the provokation, she kept her gaze lowered, subservient as she came into the circle of his immediate presence.
Her fingers trailed tentative along his forearms, careful to neither bind him down nor show too much fear. By his own admission, Damien's interest in Spectra was tied to her usefulness to him. A cowardly woman he would cast aside.
An apology, crystalline and soulful dripped from those moist lips like droplets of dew. Her eyes, vibrant as the jungle, shifted to his, "With all my heart, I will never turn my malice upon you again."
Her smile was doleful as her words.