07-27-2018, 10:03 AM
She ought not be surprised that the drama drew Jaxen like a moth to flame. He played at chivalry, scooping her up like a doll. Irritation rattled her deep within, but Ori let him, tangling her hand in the front of his shirt and leaning into his protectiveness as he glared out at her supposed attacker.
Leaving delightfully bloody fingerprints on the crisp white.
Her wide gaze took in events as they unfolded. It was nothing personal. She just wanted to absorb the reaction of the men in black, see how tightly they were strung -- and what force they might bring to quash upstarts. Or if there were any other hidden security measures that might rise to the fore. Actually it was somewhat disappointing.
The man in question looked stunned. Perhaps even mortified. Not that she felt bad, particularly when he revealed he was a cop.
"I--"
Fuck, but that hurt. She felt the glass move, threaten to slice straight through the flesh and flood her mouth with blood. There was nothing feigned in the wince of pain as the words cut off.
Leaving delightfully bloody fingerprints on the crisp white.
Her wide gaze took in events as they unfolded. It was nothing personal. She just wanted to absorb the reaction of the men in black, see how tightly they were strung -- and what force they might bring to quash upstarts. Or if there were any other hidden security measures that might rise to the fore. Actually it was somewhat disappointing.
The man in question looked stunned. Perhaps even mortified. Not that she felt bad, particularly when he revealed he was a cop.
"I--"
Fuck, but that hurt. She felt the glass move, threaten to slice straight through the flesh and flood her mouth with blood. There was nothing feigned in the wince of pain as the words cut off.
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