08-09-2018, 08:06 PM
He didn't snap, though she'd wanted it. He was capable of the maliciousness; she'd seen it spark in his gaze before like arcs of lightning until he swallowed it down. But nothing sparked now beyond the wince of impact. Her gaze rose to watch the mirror wrench and fall in glittery shards, leaning back on the sink for the show. "And you have a thing for drama, sweetheart."
Glass crunched beneath her heels as she approached, the hem of her dress whispering across the carnage. The release of a few pins tumbled raven locks down her shoulders, her dress still skewed where she had inspected her shoulder. Though it was only for first impression. She could not see cameras, but she doubted Brandon's security would be so lax as to assume they weren't somehow watched. Either way, she waited for the game to unravel.
The lights flickered wildly as she knelt beside him, casting wispy shadows across his closed lids. Time leaked away quickly, but if he'd opened his eyes he'd have found her smirking blood-stained lips. Her fingers curved as though to search for a pulse, caressing her thumb across his bared throat. Power rippled playful and cold, ropes of it sinking against his skin like she poured something in. "You want me to make it convincing, Jaxen?"
Glass crunched beneath her heels as she approached, the hem of her dress whispering across the carnage. The release of a few pins tumbled raven locks down her shoulders, her dress still skewed where she had inspected her shoulder. Though it was only for first impression. She could not see cameras, but she doubted Brandon's security would be so lax as to assume they weren't somehow watched. Either way, she waited for the game to unravel.
The lights flickered wildly as she knelt beside him, casting wispy shadows across his closed lids. Time leaked away quickly, but if he'd opened his eyes he'd have found her smirking blood-stained lips. Her fingers curved as though to search for a pulse, caressing her thumb across his bared throat. Power rippled playful and cold, ropes of it sinking against his skin like she poured something in. "You want me to make it convincing, Jaxen?"