She has him now, she knows it. She's found the real weak spot, the spot she can just keep hitting harder and harder till he cracks and either attacks her first or crumbles into defeat. She almost laughs at how easy it is, an for a moment she has to bite her lower lip just to hold it in.
"Oh you know... A lady never kisses and tells." Ignoring the fact that she's far from lady like, or at least from its traditional definition. She smirks again, purring her words, "But let me just say its actually not all that surprising how easy it was to just step back into our old patterns and manners. Almost as if no time had passed at all."
The way she's talks its as if she's already had him six ways to Sunday when in reality there has only been flinching away, from her words, and more importantly her touch. Leaving her feeling as if the knife was being driven into her heart again. And for all thy she plays it cool and smug, she can feel her resentment returning. The voice in her head reminding that its the troll in front of her responsible for all this, for taking her matesprit and turning him against her. And just out of sight, just for a moment her metal fingers curl into a fist before she can push that anger deep down.
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She has him now, she knows it. She's found the real weak spot, the spot she can just keep hitting harder and harder till he cracks and either attacks her first or crumbles into defeat. She almost laughs at how easy it is, an for a moment she has to bite her lower lip just to hold it in.
"Oh you know... A lady never kisses and tells." Ignoring the fact that she's far from lady like, or at least from its traditional definition. She smirks again, purring her words, "But let me just say its actually not all that surprising how easy it was to just step back into our old patterns and manners. Almost as if no time had passed at all."
The way she's talks its as if she's already had him six ways to Sunday when in reality there has only been flinching away, from her words, and more importantly her touch. Leaving her feeling as if the knife was being driven into her heart again. And for all thy she plays it cool and smug, she can feel her resentment returning. The voice in her head reminding that its the troll in front of her responsible for all this, for taking her matesprit and turning him against her. And just out of sight, just for a moment her metal fingers curl into a fist before she can push that anger deep down.