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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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. ]