[There's a low sound from the back of her throat when she feels his hand tighten at her wrist, and she stiffens against the force of it, against the force of him and the storm that she knows is raging within. She should be mad, upset, screaming and spitting venom back into his face for this because what business does he have being angry about what she does on her own time?
It was just the one dance, and they bore their masks throughout. And she has, over the course of tonight, been able to convince herself that there was nothing more to it than that.
A very simple quench to a hunger that she both knew that they had... and that she would find another way to finish it off.
But why does she feel almost pleased to see him like this? Proud, even, that she has managed to bring him almost to his knees, so furious that he could not stand to watch another second of her with anyone else? ... If that is what this is.
It had not been her intention at all, but she would be a liar if she said that the look in his eyes that he gives her doesn't rouse something in her.]
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It was just the one dance, and they bore their masks throughout. And she has, over the course of tonight, been able to convince herself that there was nothing more to it than that.
A very simple quench to a hunger that she both knew that they had... and that she would find another way to finish it off.
But why does she feel almost pleased to see him like this? Proud, even, that she has managed to bring him almost to his knees, so furious that he could not stand to watch another second of her with anyone else? ... If that is what this is.
It had not been her intention at all, but she would be a liar if she said that the look in his eyes that he gives her doesn't rouse something in her.]
And so that's why you're here? To do what?
[It's her turn to bark with a dry laugh.]
I was doing none of those things.