08-14-2018, 10:50 PM
He yielded. The shudder through his body unravelled what little restraint she had been prepared to show. Ori laughed low in her throat as vicious addiction spread warmth through her veins, the thrill of unseen hands sparking urgency. Opportunistic plans forgotten, she allowed herself to be consumed by the diversion. Stinging palms and ruined knees only sweetened the pleasure. She took it precisely how she wanted it.
But there was a difference between pain and pain, and Jaxen's expression slipped over the edge. Delicate little flower that he was. Still, she shifted, tangled her hand in his shirt, about to urge him up off the wound before his eyes flared suddenly wide. He struggled to get up, and for a moment the bonds tightened as the heat abruptly cooled, just because she could. Ori skated on the edge of offence. She could overlook most insults, but she didn't deal well with rejection, and for the heartbeat before the blur of his words made sense, her expression darkened.
At least until a scream shook the very foundations of the earth.
The flat of her palm splayed against his chest to quit his squirming. "You'll make it worse," she snapped. Because although Ori played rough, she didn't like to completely break her toys. A grimace pushed her to her feet, careful enough to ensure her weight would hold. Glass caught in the snare of her skirts tinkled free, hot blood trickling down her shins. She flexed her hand as she stepped back, seriously considering leaving him there. It would only be an inconvenience; it wasn't like he couldn't release himself.
Panic thrummed outside their bloody haven; attuned to the power, it sang like music to Oriena's ears. Curiosity doused dark irritation. A smirk pricked her lips.
Roles reversed, he would have left her there.
But a contrary nature ruled over pettiness. The bonds snaked free. She offered a bloody palm. but only for the length of time it took to help him up. If there was retribution for cutting her short, it did not snap straight away. The glitter of her gaze absorbed the red imprint his body left across the mirror shards before she shouldered the door.
But there was a difference between pain and pain, and Jaxen's expression slipped over the edge. Delicate little flower that he was. Still, she shifted, tangled her hand in his shirt, about to urge him up off the wound before his eyes flared suddenly wide. He struggled to get up, and for a moment the bonds tightened as the heat abruptly cooled, just because she could. Ori skated on the edge of offence. She could overlook most insults, but she didn't deal well with rejection, and for the heartbeat before the blur of his words made sense, her expression darkened.
At least until a scream shook the very foundations of the earth.
The flat of her palm splayed against his chest to quit his squirming. "You'll make it worse," she snapped. Because although Ori played rough, she didn't like to completely break her toys. A grimace pushed her to her feet, careful enough to ensure her weight would hold. Glass caught in the snare of her skirts tinkled free, hot blood trickling down her shins. She flexed her hand as she stepped back, seriously considering leaving him there. It would only be an inconvenience; it wasn't like he couldn't release himself.
Panic thrummed outside their bloody haven; attuned to the power, it sang like music to Oriena's ears. Curiosity doused dark irritation. A smirk pricked her lips.
Roles reversed, he would have left her there.
But a contrary nature ruled over pettiness. The bonds snaked free. She offered a bloody palm. but only for the length of time it took to help him up. If there was retribution for cutting her short, it did not snap straight away. The glitter of her gaze absorbed the red imprint his body left across the mirror shards before she shouldered the door.