[ 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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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. ]