Feed the Horde

[Oriena]

Her eyes followed him when he drew close. Little of consequence strayed across her expression, but likely he knew her well enough by now to recognise the turbulent depths to her attention. Silence answered his plea, and she wondered how long she could leave him on that hook. It was intentional, and cruel, and in such cruelty she recognised the flames of her own anger. He’d have done better to haul her to her feet; not given her the chance to think about it. But, despite the violence that often exploded in their time together, it had never been like that between them, and she knew he wouldn’t do it.

Eventually she lifted her long legs from their perch on the table. Nox’s actual preferences had nothing to do with his carnal affliction, and she let him watch her body as she stood. He’d be stupid not to.

To the hand outstretched for her acceptance, she thrust her vodka bottle; didn’t wait to ensure he grasped it before she let go. There was darkness in her gaze; sex and violence were only ever marked by a shallow line in Oriena. Both hands shoved him back hard, fully intending to send him to his ass, or at least take him by surprise. “You nearly fucking died.” She snarled and followed with a step, unplacated and without let up. No power swirled around her, though the fury was nonetheless genuine. Not because she cared what happened to him and his hero-fucking-complex, but because she cared what happened to Kallisti.