Oh, so you can be a team player - if it's enacted through spite. [ there's a shift in her amusement, and it almost tinges on her own kind of approval. ] Well, I have no reason to be jailing you for that misbehavior, if I'm going to be honest. I wouldn't even turn a blind eye to it so much as I would encourage it.
[ he's still her personal headache, but she'd never say he was boring or without depth. just a bit of a drama queen who causes problems, more than anything else, and he's been rather well-behaved compared to the first day or even the first week. it's fascinating.
like now. ]
How about this. [ she takes a step forward, shifting her grip on the bow so that it's at her side, then delicately held slightly behind her. the other hand reaches out, and she drums her fingers briefly against his shoulder. there's still enough space between them that if either of them needs to pivot away from an attack, it's there. two predators always ready to circle each other. ]
Whatever forces are behind the situation that we've found ourselves trapped in, I want to raise hell for them. You use me, and I'll use you, and we can use my station as the senior intelligence officer to see if we can get somewhere on your venture into this idea.
Hahaha...you know me so well, don't you...? Then again, I expected that you would encourage such things. Still...
Good.
[ Blade thinks he has quite a better hold on Adrastea's personality now than before. A mysterious woman at times, but her priorities are clear — even now when people's mentalities would normally fray at its ages.
The difference in perspective from their first meeting seems negligible on the surface, but below still waters, there has been a perceptible shift. When Adrastea steps forward, shifting her bow to a different side, his hand draws back for a moment, to his side. ]
...something like that, then.
[ His words sound, at first, disarmingly like nothing. But, Blade isn't the type to belabor on matters; his decisions are made immediately. In the next moment, he reaches out in a quickness with his bandaged hand, to see if he take hold boldly of that hand which briefly caressed his shoulder. As if to keep it there, more than to move it away.
He'll even lean a bit forward, but only just so. The danger of proximity, where it is still possible to move. But also where either one of them can leave the other at a loss excites him as much as the proposition the dangerous woman dangles in front of him. ]
A blade is a weapon made to be wielded by others. But, without a handler, there is no way to strike down its opponent. Information and knowledge without anyone to handle it is worthless...
Even so, you dare propose this to someone as dangerous as I am...?
...It's perfect. Yes. Let's use each other, Adrastea!
[ blade is predictable in many ways, but unpredictable in others still. not an enigma, really, but still something she wants to pick apart regardless of the fact that he is a threat, and one that she will not put her full trust in. there is no amount of disarming that will change that. (perhaps, moreso, because of it.)
the sudden movement has her prickling, but - adrastea does not jump away, or twist, or snatch her hand away. her body is poised to strike, coiled like a snake that's already given its warning rattle, but her hand remains relaxed, as they stand in this newfound dance position. hand in hand, supporting the bow.
what is a fight, if not a different kind of dance? ]
Gods, calm down. [ she releases the bow for him to support, and reaches up and slap-pats his cheek. not enough to sting or anything but just. pat pat. ] I enjoy a good dramatic moment as much as the next person, but at least try to keep yourself a little hinged, Blade, no need to go yelling about it. Use your library voice.
[ simultaneously has the energy of amusement and "i want to give this man a swirlie" adrastea he's a feral dog with rabies "swirlie." ]
After all, to be adept with a blade is to know when to strike, hm? I might not be a swordswoman in the literal sense, but I certainly know best when to strike - and where best to place those bets. What's a little reward without risk?
[ with the as-of-tuesday revealed truth of who she is, the quote on her docket holds true even here, with him: thrills afford clarity. he is a threat, through and through, and she is always, always ready to take a gamble. chase a thrill. risk a little for a lot. ]
[ Blade's vibrant red eyes, seemingly lit by candlelight that burns within, gazes upon the woman's every reaction, every move. His lips splitting into a crazed smile indicative of his own distorted mind; but perhaps also excitement that makes his heart pound in exhilaration.
The tension is clear between the way their bodies can twist to strike in a moment's notice. It's perfect...absolutely perfect...thoughts that slip through his mind like drops of water, as she lets go of the bow for him to hold, only for his own cheek to be...touched with that playful hand of hers. A light pap. ]
Do you now? No, it would be inconvenient if everyone heard it...wouldn't it? Perhaps that's the only reason I'll heed such words.
[ Blade is still rather unhinged, it seems.
Indeed, he is such a feral doggee right now. Though, he is no longer yelling, so there is that. ]
A gambler, hm? [ He keeps meeting people who love to gamble. Funny. ] Then, you're naturally excited about where this will go; this wonderfully risky arrangement that has yet to bear fruit.
We'll see what reward it'll grant us both. Or, we'll be reaping the consequences for as long as we remember who we are. Regardless, there's no running away. No hiding. No more pretending.
[ it truly is a tableau, here. fire and water, in this sense, as she watches him spiral into the madness that is so very inherent in who he is. even at rest, adrastea thinks she would have been able to detect it. if they had not had their first encounter as they had, it would have been something that she could have found, and easily. she's so used to finding the places where people have their cracks, their secrets, their vulnerabilities.
he is a ticking time bomb. but she's here anyways, so close in his space. not fighting his hand away, patronizing him at her own risk. ]
Naturally, yes. But I am not so careless even when taking risks. Even if I'm not the sort to run away; I'll finish what I start, every time, no matter what I've put my bets on. No matter what fragments our memories might find themselves in. [ if he bites, she'll bite back. ] Though, you will have to try so much harder if you're aiming to get my secrets.
What was that? We're close enough that I can very well decide to show you exactly what I'm capable of.
Even you should realize that.
[ Blade's words are sharp and pointed when the insult it directed at him; even like this, he's unafraid to leverage such a threat. Well, he's never afraid to, at any point. There may be changes from when they first confronted one another, though he certainly hasn't altered at his core. The madness lurking deep within, ready to climb out and burst at any provocation.
He'll even purposefully lightly squeeze the hand in his grip. Funnily enough, he hardly seems properly insulted, just like he always happens to be every time they trade barbs or thinly-veiled threats. ]
Even if we're all broken apart all over again...you will desperately scrounge together those scraps...wouldn't you? Even you're persistent. Even if the danger is standing right in front of you... [ He laughs, a sharper sound that any sword. ] But, what makes you believe that you can shield yourself for long if this wretched place decided to bare a secret of yours? You could always pre-empt it by telling me at least one of them.
[ It's no surprise that amusement is clear on his experession. Because would she really go ahead and tell him something he could potentially use against her? ]
You're right; so, this close, surely you can hear me just fine? I shouldn't have to repeat myself, unless your age means that your hearing has long since failed you.
[ yelan has no reverent respect for immortals, back home or here as adrastea. in her opinion, people like europa, metis, and blade have lived so long, they should know better than to be fools.
its just that, in the case of europa and metis, it's affectionate. in blade's? hm.
her free hand lowers when he squeezes the one that he holds, curling deftly around the bow beneath where he holds it. it's a casual gesture, rather than seeking to retrieve the weapon as they prod at one another. if she needs it, she'll get it from him - one way or another.
but adrastea bats her eyes sarcastically at him, mock-simpering, the wetware whirring softly in her skull. ]
You missed out on the week that the CEM waves forcibly exposed everyone's secrets, darling, so I'm afraid that you'll simply have to work for it rather than be given anything on a platter. [ she would also have sooner shoved an arrow down his throat by hand than let him in, at that point. ] But this place has already taken memories and fragments from me that I've had to take back by force - perhaps that can be your treat, for good behavior. To know that we're more ourselves than ever, now.
[ The disrespect. Not that Blade anticipated to be receiving anything far too unreasonably complimentary from her — honestly, if she started to praise him enthusiastically he might just wonder at that.
Blade even gives a dark chuckle at the thought. ]
You don't need to be so...overly and kindly concerned about my present condition. After all, I can hear just fine. But, even someone like yourself can do with a reminder. I'm certain you would agree.
[ Judging by the way his tone seems to sing with his own brand of — well, certainly not sweet since he's incapable of that — the usual prodding edge that slips in with how he speaks with her, it is clear he doesn't believe it's anything else than mockery. Not that he's doing much better (no, as always, he's nipping right at her heels—)
Regardless, he watches the way she bats her eyes at him, keeps in mind where her other hand holds onto the bow where he still has it. Even with his supposed 'lax' position to an outsider or someone with little experience in examining a warrior's posture, which really can't be called that for the way he normally holds himself. ]
...Just as well. If you had given me such a thing so freely and easily, I would start to wonder who is it that decided such a course of action. If you had truly remembered whatever remained of your guarded self. [ A treat for good behavior, indeed? ] Or...suddenly simply lost your senses. But, perhaps that would have benefited me as well. For you to have forgotten about my warning.
[ if adrastea began to praise him with enthusiasm and sincereity, she'd ask him to put her out of her misery, frankly. or assume that she was replaced by a copy that very much needed wiped from the earth.
still, her eyes crinkle at the corners with clear amusement. neither one of them is particularly typical, so the slap slap kiss banter, the back and forth needling to get under one another's skin, is more fun than anything else. ]
Good to know that we won't have to worry about getting you wetware to aid in your hearing, then. But it's alright - I haven't forgotten anything since the two of us met, though it's very sweet of you to be concerned with a reminder.
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her head tilts slightly, passively inquisitive but actively alert still. her body is always in some state of fluid relaxation, to anyone that doesn't know better - but blade being who he is, with the experience of centuries and having butted heads with her so often, it's clear here that she's certainly just as poised to strike or disengage. even with his hold on her, even with their combined grip on the bow. ]
Even if I had forgotten your warning, it would take some grand design of fate against me for me to not be able to tell that you are a walking threat. One I would not be particularly inclined to share much, if anything, with if given the choice. [ and she would still patronize and antagonize him. ] What loach pearl of wisdom am I about to receive, then?
[ Isn't it just? This commonality, this tango entertained between the two of them...it is just one of the few matters they truly find enjoyment in its indulgement.
Proof of that to Blade is the way those bright blue eyes shimmer and crease with nothing less than clear amusement. He is also able to read her just fine; indeed, his years of experience and the fact they clashed more than once enough already makes it easy to read that her body language is prepared. Even if appearances make it so less obvious. ]
Hahaha...I am as sweet as they come. [ Blatant lies. ] But, you should be grateful for my consideration.
...As for the little gem of 'wisdom' I am about to grant you...you'll be nothing but thankful.
[ Blade's voice is somewhere still pointed as he ends the sentence as thus. Then, with no warning he tugs harshly on the hand he still has captured within his grasp, to try to get her off balance. His other hand also moves in the opposite direction with a good amount of force to try to yank the bow away from her.
Clearly despite everything, Blade still wanted to cause at least some form of trouble. Or rather, testing to see how well she reacts even now. ]
Sickeningly so, maybe. [ adrastea is sarcastic immediately, knowingly, because she's met sweet. if he's sweet, then it's rotted him to his core.
especially as she finds herself... well, not particularly surprised, perhaps, although she does bristle in the suddenness of it. but she would not have survived her life, her duties, her decisions, if she were the type to let this sort of thing catch her completely unprepared.
she lets go of the bow; being pulled in two, different directions doesn't benefit her, and that is the thing that she has immediate control of. so she follows the momentum of his grip on her hand, before pivoting the foot that bears the brunt of her weight and standing directly in his space -
and she reaches to draw his own sword against him, upwards, grip backhanded so that she doesn't have to worry about having the room to do so. ]
Would you like me to get you a collar for your leash? Or a chokechain, maybe.
[ Sickeningly so...yes, that isn't wrong at all — any hint of sweetness from him does not cover up the scent of rot from something that should not be. Like a flower that has sprouted over the remains of a corpse, living rebirth after rebirth in defiance of a destiny originally assigned.
The excitement is palpable, evident from the way that twisted, maniacal grin is apparent on Blade's face, red eyes looking down on Adrastea. ]
What a delightful reaction...
But, do you think you could actually manage either?
[ His words are spoken with a certain tinge to indicate that he finds the thought amusing, more than anything. Even while she's drawn the sword against him, in his personal space, putting him too at a disadvantage of a sort; no, that aspect makes his heart race. If it were someone like Jingliu, he doesn't think he'd feel this wonderfully unsettled; just pure animosity with no hint of anything wretchedly delightful.
But, Adrastea is nothing like Jingliu. She would never say the words she would, or do the things that she does. ]
[ there is no knowledge of the depths; what she knows, is what she's experienced and observed, and still she knows that there is rot and decay that is hidden beneath this exterior. it's in his eyes, in the way he bares his teeth in a facsimile of a smile, his constant push push push push that seems to be asking for violence.
but.
she can answer in kind. after all, she's always liked the ache of pressing down on her bruises. she's always liked the rush that comes with risk, that comes with reward. ]
I think, if need be, I could even take you to your knees.
[ hard to say if it's a threat, a promise, or a tease. is this flirting? no idea, but it at least is the guarantee of violence if he keeps at it.
adrastea keeps the sword angled just right, sparing herself much damage if he decides to pull her again or push into her space in turn. the other edge, the one closest to him, is held in such a way that she need only jerk her arm upwards to position it at his throat, into his face, a barrier to give her room to maneuver should he get any ideas. and, yet, she's made no move to do more just yet. like she's waiting to see if he has anything else churning in that feral little brain of his. ]
[ Blade finds himself imagining himself on his knees, right in front of her. His pride would never let him accept such a conclusion without a fight; without either one of them having struggled for control and ended up a veritable mess for it. Each with their wounds, bruises, injuries...an exciting picture.
There is a certain look in his crimson eyes now, not too dissimilar to battle fervor, though there is a different tint to it now. ]
You state that you could.
But, do you think I'd ever allow you that opportunity?
[ Blade's words are spoken with no lacking in amusement, in challenge. Even more exciting still, is the way he recognizes the danger, where one little move is all that's needed to hold it at his throat, or drive it elsewhere, for that matter. Forcing him to submit into agony at his own sword...but his head is swimming with a desire for more.
What kind of reactions can he get? What kind of expressions can she make? Blade drops the bow, and this time, dares to pull at her hand, in a slightly different direction, so that he can try to maneuver himself behind her. And pull her back so it is flush against him.
If she wants to try to stab at him before he can succeed or otherwise try to stop him...well, the opportunity is there. ]
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[ he's still her personal headache, but she'd never say he was boring or without depth. just a bit of a drama queen who causes problems, more than anything else, and he's been rather well-behaved compared to the first day or even the first week. it's fascinating.
like now. ]
How about this. [ she takes a step forward, shifting her grip on the bow so that it's at her side, then delicately held slightly behind her. the other hand reaches out, and she drums her fingers briefly against his shoulder. there's still enough space between them that if either of them needs to pivot away from an attack, it's there. two predators always ready to circle each other. ]
Whatever forces are behind the situation that we've found ourselves trapped in, I want to raise hell for them. You use me, and I'll use you, and we can use my station as the senior intelligence officer to see if we can get somewhere on your venture into this idea.
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Good.
[ Blade thinks he has quite a better hold on Adrastea's personality now than before. A mysterious woman at times, but her priorities are clear — even now when people's mentalities would normally fray at its ages.
The difference in perspective from their first meeting seems negligible on the surface, but below still waters, there has been a perceptible shift. When Adrastea steps forward, shifting her bow to a different side, his hand draws back for a moment, to his side. ]
...something like that, then.
[ His words sound, at first, disarmingly like nothing. But, Blade isn't the type to belabor on matters; his decisions are made immediately. In the next moment, he reaches out in a quickness with his bandaged hand, to see if he take hold boldly of that hand which briefly caressed his shoulder. As if to keep it there, more than to move it away.
He'll even lean a bit forward, but only just so. The danger of proximity, where it is still possible to move. But also where either one of them can leave the other at a loss excites him as much as the proposition the dangerous woman dangles in front of him. ]
A blade is a weapon made to be wielded by others. But, without a handler, there is no way to strike down its opponent. Information and knowledge without anyone to handle it is worthless...
Even so, you dare propose this to someone as dangerous as I am...?
...It's perfect. Yes. Let's use each other, Adrastea!
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the sudden movement has her prickling, but - adrastea does not jump away, or twist, or snatch her hand away. her body is poised to strike, coiled like a snake that's already given its warning rattle, but her hand remains relaxed, as they stand in this newfound dance position. hand in hand, supporting the bow.
what is a fight, if not a different kind of dance? ]
Gods, calm down. [ she releases the bow for him to support, and reaches up and slap-pats his cheek. not enough to sting or anything but just. pat pat. ] I enjoy a good dramatic moment as much as the next person, but at least try to keep yourself a little hinged, Blade, no need to go yelling about it. Use your library voice.
[ simultaneously has the energy of amusement and "i want to give this man a swirlie" adrastea he's a feral dog with rabies "swirlie." ]
After all, to be adept with a blade is to know when to strike, hm? I might not be a swordswoman in the literal sense, but I certainly know best when to strike - and where best to place those bets. What's a little reward without risk?
[ with the as-of-tuesday revealed truth of who she is, the quote on her docket holds true even here, with him: thrills afford clarity. he is a threat, through and through, and she is always, always ready to take a gamble. chase a thrill. risk a little for a lot. ]
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The tension is clear between the way their bodies can twist to strike in a moment's notice. It's perfect...absolutely perfect...thoughts that slip through his mind like drops of water, as she lets go of the bow for him to hold, only for his own cheek to be...touched with that playful hand of hers. A light pap. ]
Do you now? No, it would be inconvenient if everyone heard it...wouldn't it? Perhaps that's the only reason I'll heed such words.
[ Blade is still rather unhinged, it seems.
Indeed, he is such a feral doggee right now. Though, he is no longer yelling, so there is that. ]
A gambler, hm? [ He keeps meeting people who love to gamble. Funny. ] Then, you're naturally excited about where this will go; this wonderfully risky arrangement that has yet to bear fruit.
We'll see what reward it'll grant us both. Or, we'll be reaping the consequences for as long as we remember who we are. Regardless, there's no running away. No hiding. No more pretending.
But of course, you know that, don't you?
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[ it truly is a tableau, here. fire and water, in this sense, as she watches him spiral into the madness that is so very inherent in who he is. even at rest, adrastea thinks she would have been able to detect it. if they had not had their first encounter as they had, it would have been something that she could have found, and easily. she's so used to finding the places where people have their cracks, their secrets, their vulnerabilities.
he is a ticking time bomb. but she's here anyways, so close in his space. not fighting his hand away, patronizing him at her own risk. ]
Naturally, yes. But I am not so careless even when taking risks. Even if I'm not the sort to run away; I'll finish what I start, every time, no matter what I've put my bets on. No matter what fragments our memories might find themselves in. [ if he bites, she'll bite back. ] Though, you will have to try so much harder if you're aiming to get my secrets.
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Even you should realize that.
[ Blade's words are sharp and pointed when the insult it directed at him; even like this, he's unafraid to leverage such a threat. Well, he's never afraid to, at any point. There may be changes from when they first confronted one another, though he certainly hasn't altered at his core. The madness lurking deep within, ready to climb out and burst at any provocation.
He'll even purposefully lightly squeeze the hand in his grip. Funnily enough, he hardly seems properly insulted, just like he always happens to be every time they trade barbs or thinly-veiled threats. ]
Even if we're all broken apart all over again...you will desperately scrounge together those scraps...wouldn't you? Even you're persistent. Even if the danger is standing right in front of you... [ He laughs, a sharper sound that any sword. ] But, what makes you believe that you can shield yourself for long if this wretched place decided to bare a secret of yours? You could always pre-empt it by telling me at least one of them.
[ It's no surprise that amusement is clear on his experession. Because would she really go ahead and tell him something he could potentially use against her? ]
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[ yelan has no reverent respect for immortals, back home or here as adrastea. in her opinion, people like europa, metis, and blade have lived so long, they should know better than to be fools.
its just that, in the case of europa and metis, it's affectionate. in blade's? hm.
her free hand lowers when he squeezes the one that he holds, curling deftly around the bow beneath where he holds it. it's a casual gesture, rather than seeking to retrieve the weapon as they prod at one another. if she needs it, she'll get it from him - one way or another.
but adrastea bats her eyes sarcastically at him, mock-simpering, the wetware whirring softly in her skull. ]
You missed out on the week that the CEM waves forcibly exposed everyone's secrets, darling, so I'm afraid that you'll simply have to work for it rather than be given anything on a platter. [ she would also have sooner shoved an arrow down his throat by hand than let him in, at that point. ] But this place has already taken memories and fragments from me that I've had to take back by force - perhaps that can be your treat, for good behavior. To know that we're more ourselves than ever, now.
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Blade even gives a dark chuckle at the thought. ]
You don't need to be so...overly and kindly concerned about my present condition. After all, I can hear just fine. But, even someone like yourself can do with a reminder. I'm certain you would agree.
[ Judging by the way his tone seems to sing with his own brand of — well, certainly not sweet since he's incapable of that — the usual prodding edge that slips in with how he speaks with her, it is clear he doesn't believe it's anything else than mockery. Not that he's doing much better (no, as always, he's nipping right at her heels—)
Regardless, he watches the way she bats her eyes at him, keeps in mind where her other hand holds onto the bow where he still has it. Even with his supposed 'lax' position to an outsider or someone with little experience in examining a warrior's posture, which really can't be called that for the way he normally holds himself. ]
...Just as well. If you had given me such a thing so freely and easily, I would start to wonder who is it that decided such a course of action. If you had truly remembered whatever remained of your guarded self. [ A treat for good behavior, indeed? ] Or...suddenly simply lost your senses. But, perhaps that would have benefited me as well. For you to have forgotten about my warning.
Oh...and there's just one other matter, Adrastea.
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still, her eyes crinkle at the corners with clear amusement. neither one of them is particularly typical, so the slap slap kiss banter, the back and forth needling to get under one another's skin, is more fun than anything else. ]
Good to know that we won't have to worry about getting you wetware to aid in your hearing, then. But it's alright - I haven't forgotten anything since the two of us met, though it's very sweet of you to be concerned with a reminder.
[ bites him bites him bites him
her head tilts slightly, passively inquisitive but actively alert still. her body is always in some state of fluid relaxation, to anyone that doesn't know better - but blade being who he is, with the experience of centuries and having butted heads with her so often, it's clear here that she's certainly just as poised to strike or disengage. even with his hold on her, even with their combined grip on the bow. ]
Even if I had forgotten your warning, it would take some grand design of fate against me for me to not be able to tell that you are a walking threat. One I would not be particularly inclined to share much, if anything, with if given the choice. [ and she would still patronize and antagonize him. ] What loach pearl of wisdom am I about to receive, then?
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Proof of that to Blade is the way those bright blue eyes shimmer and crease with nothing less than clear amusement. He is also able to read her just fine; indeed, his years of experience and the fact they clashed more than once enough already makes it easy to read that her body language is prepared. Even if appearances make it so less obvious. ]
Hahaha...I am as sweet as they come. [ Blatant lies. ] But, you should be grateful for my consideration.
...As for the little gem of 'wisdom' I am about to grant you...you'll be nothing but thankful.
[ Blade's voice is somewhere still pointed as he ends the sentence as thus. Then, with no warning he tugs harshly on the hand he still has captured within his grasp, to try to get her off balance. His other hand also moves in the opposite direction with a good amount of force to try to yank the bow away from her.
Clearly despite everything, Blade still wanted to cause at least some form of trouble. Or rather, testing to see how well she reacts even now. ]
Remember to keep that leash tight.
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especially as she finds herself... well, not particularly surprised, perhaps, although she does bristle in the suddenness of it. but she would not have survived her life, her duties, her decisions, if she were the type to let this sort of thing catch her completely unprepared.
she lets go of the bow; being pulled in two, different directions doesn't benefit her, and that is the thing that she has immediate control of. so she follows the momentum of his grip on her hand, before pivoting the foot that bears the brunt of her weight and standing directly in his space -
and she reaches to draw his own sword against him, upwards, grip backhanded so that she doesn't have to worry about having the room to do so. ]
Would you like me to get you a collar for your leash? Or a chokechain, maybe.
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The excitement is palpable, evident from the way that twisted, maniacal grin is apparent on Blade's face, red eyes looking down on Adrastea. ]
What a delightful reaction...
But, do you think you could actually manage either?
[ His words are spoken with a certain tinge to indicate that he finds the thought amusing, more than anything. Even while she's drawn the sword against him, in his personal space, putting him too at a disadvantage of a sort; no, that aspect makes his heart race. If it were someone like Jingliu, he doesn't think he'd feel this wonderfully unsettled; just pure animosity with no hint of anything wretchedly delightful.
But, Adrastea is nothing like Jingliu. She would never say the words she would, or do the things that she does. ]
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but.
she can answer in kind. after all, she's always liked the ache of pressing down on her bruises. she's always liked the rush that comes with risk, that comes with reward. ]
I think, if need be, I could even take you to your knees.
[ hard to say if it's a threat, a promise, or a tease. is this flirting? no idea, but it at least is the guarantee of violence if he keeps at it.
adrastea keeps the sword angled just right, sparing herself much damage if he decides to pull her again or push into her space in turn. the other edge, the one closest to him, is held in such a way that she need only jerk her arm upwards to position it at his throat, into his face, a barrier to give her room to maneuver should he get any ideas. and, yet, she's made no move to do more just yet. like she's waiting to see if he has anything else churning in that feral little brain of his. ]
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There is a certain look in his crimson eyes now, not too dissimilar to battle fervor, though there is a different tint to it now. ]
You state that you could.
But, do you think I'd ever allow you that opportunity?
[ Blade's words are spoken with no lacking in amusement, in challenge. Even more exciting still, is the way he recognizes the danger, where one little move is all that's needed to hold it at his throat, or drive it elsewhere, for that matter. Forcing him to submit into agony at his own sword...but his head is swimming with a desire for more.
What kind of reactions can he get? What kind of expressions can she make? Blade drops the bow, and this time, dares to pull at her hand, in a slightly different direction, so that he can try to maneuver himself behind her. And pull her back so it is flush against him.
If she wants to try to stab at him before he can succeed or otherwise try to stop him...well, the opportunity is there. ]