10-05-2013, 07:57 AM
Two glasses of watered vodka, and one empty; which Jaxen slid across the table to her. A curl of flame heated in her gaze, then benignly doused to cool compliance. Not exactly a good sign of her intention, the way she obediently tipped in a generous helping with barely a flicker of defiance. “Me too.”
Her fingers curled around the glass, and lifted it: to her own lips, smirking around the rim as she sipped. Seriously. Too easy. Though she didn’t especially waste time revelling in satisfaction. It had been a predictable move, and she was more interested in ensuring she didn’t miss the flick of dice from Jaxen’s hand than twisting his patience.
Five to keep, one to go left. Light ignited her from the inside out, and she let it burn her to submission until it finally relaxed and smouldered biddable to her will. Contrary to the previous rolls, this time she watched closely – and the bastard had to send it out at speed, didn’t he? Instinct guided more than any teaching; remnants of her time with Cara, as well as the results of curious experimentation. Some things she found easier than others, and fortunately this kind of manipulation numbered among them, though she’d never particularly tried a task so subtle, or with an object on the move. Or while verging on the edge of drunk.
Well, maybe the die twisted a little oddly to settle on its final number, leaning a little too far on its axis before tumbling back the other way. Though it did land as she intended.
Oriena wasn’t cheating to win.
1.
A gratified smile briefly lit her expression, before hardening to something more devious. Delight at secretly controlling an aspect of chance blazed brighter at the things she couldn’t control; like which one of them was going to lose. Jon, hopefully, though it didn’t entirely matter. She’d swiped Jaxen’s vodka, but she did offer him an unusual gift in return, and she wanted to see what he’d do with it. She slid her card, still face down, back towards her, but flipped it over as she held it out for his eyes only. Amusement touched the edges of her composure, lifting the corners of her lips like the promise of a secret.
Her fingers curled around the glass, and lifted it: to her own lips, smirking around the rim as she sipped. Seriously. Too easy. Though she didn’t especially waste time revelling in satisfaction. It had been a predictable move, and she was more interested in ensuring she didn’t miss the flick of dice from Jaxen’s hand than twisting his patience.
Five to keep, one to go left. Light ignited her from the inside out, and she let it burn her to submission until it finally relaxed and smouldered biddable to her will. Contrary to the previous rolls, this time she watched closely – and the bastard had to send it out at speed, didn’t he? Instinct guided more than any teaching; remnants of her time with Cara, as well as the results of curious experimentation. Some things she found easier than others, and fortunately this kind of manipulation numbered among them, though she’d never particularly tried a task so subtle, or with an object on the move. Or while verging on the edge of drunk.
Well, maybe the die twisted a little oddly to settle on its final number, leaning a little too far on its axis before tumbling back the other way. Though it did land as she intended.
Oriena wasn’t cheating to win.
1.
A gratified smile briefly lit her expression, before hardening to something more devious. Delight at secretly controlling an aspect of chance blazed brighter at the things she couldn’t control; like which one of them was going to lose. Jon, hopefully, though it didn’t entirely matter. She’d swiped Jaxen’s vodka, but she did offer him an unusual gift in return, and she wanted to see what he’d do with it. She slid her card, still face down, back towards her, but flipped it over as she held it out for his eyes only. Amusement touched the edges of her composure, lifting the corners of her lips like the promise of a secret.
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