New Allies

[Oriena]

Well, fuck. A little laughter choked. Seemed she was very wrong. She'd forgotten about that.

"You were so generous with your gifts, Ryker," she taunted his stalk, words low and slurred. "Did you think I would not be generous in kind?"

She knew the feeling; cut off from the only thing that mattered, and he had seen her reaction to the same interference too, when Brandon had bound her at the ball. That hellfire hatred was naught but a fucking mirror. He would not realise that it had saved him from the ijiraq too, no more than she had cared for the same knowledge at the time.

The thing was, Ryker was of no interest to her permanently impotent. The games she played with power were slippery things, and most times her motivations were misinterpreted. Ori didn't care to explain herself.

She'd chain this demon for fun, not for purpose; twist him to violence and obsession; to lust and hatred, until the very thought of her sickened him with shame, and he knew her for a devil in kind.

But it was no sort of entertainment tickling the chin of a monster if he could not bite.

Of course, right now she was barely upright. And she was reckless for the thrill not fucking suicidal. Even if the light didn't sift through her grasp like sand she was unlikely to grant him release when she was going to end up a smear on the pavement for it. Though by the look of him he might do that anyway.

Her vision was blurring now, quite badly. Perhaps she would not be awake to feel it.

"Come, give me another of your sweet kisses. But who do you think will undo it if you kill me, sweetheart." It seemed even death she would court until the end, shamelessly provocative. If she was going to die it would be on her feet. "I'm quite defenseless. Is that the way you like it best?"

[[Not ignoring Li, she is just tunnel visioned ]]