Briseis slides away from him at last, but he does not think it’s because he has pushed her. There is a boldness in the set of her face, and she looks at him chin tilted up, eyes clearer. She is definitely still afraid, but in facing him she turns away from one nightmare and towards another. Not everyone is as fearless as you. His lip curls slightly on one side, but it doesn’t pass for a smirk or even a sneer. He appreciates boldness however gentle, turning and facing him instead of running. It does something for him, that steadiness in the face of the barely chained cruelty waiting behind his lips and twinging through his corded muscles.
He watches her for a moment and relishes the redoubling desire to touch her, hurt her, possess her.
“You assume I’m fearless.” The creature Tunnel growls without inflection, but does not confirm or deny her statement. “And what do you think fearlessness is, Briseis?” Softer tones, her name coming off his lips slowly, savored and dark.
Tunnel is attentive, no twitch or shift is ignored. She is a feral thing, prey, but the fight is in her, it shivers underneath her fear but can be coaxed up enough to make her enchanting. Enough to give him something to play with, something to destroy and rebuild.. It’s like she was made for him.
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves
as though we were drowning inside our hearts
@[Briseis]
