11-17-2018, 02:57 AM
He makes her shiver, the way his eyes look at her, and the low tones of his voice; cold but smooth, like river water over rock. She is used to the dark, and is used to being afraid, but not like this. She is fatigued from her previous run, and she knows she could not escape him, if he were to give chase. She isn’t sure if he would, but it’s not a chance she wants to take.
Instead she has chosen to remain placid, in hopes that, much like with predator and prey, if she is quiet and still, he will not be incited to attack. There is also, perhaps even more so, a curiosity, a sick desire to see what would happen if she stayed. She is not sure what his motive is, but it does not go unnoticed the way he says her name — like it is his, as though the syllables were somehow forged for his tongue.
But feral Briseis, she has never belonged to anyone, and does not fully know how to recognize the warning signs.
”Am I wrong?” She does not say the phrase with same implication as most; she is not trying to argue, is not trying to dispute what he says, but is instead asking with transparent innocence. ”If you are not fearless, Tunnel, then what are you afraid of?” The words are spoken so carefully, watching him still with dark, doe-like eyes. She does not understand the game that he is playing, and feels as though she is tripping over the rules; and regardless; she is not sure if this is a game she can win.
@[Tunnel]
Instead she has chosen to remain placid, in hopes that, much like with predator and prey, if she is quiet and still, he will not be incited to attack. There is also, perhaps even more so, a curiosity, a sick desire to see what would happen if she stayed. She is not sure what his motive is, but it does not go unnoticed the way he says her name — like it is his, as though the syllables were somehow forged for his tongue.
But feral Briseis, she has never belonged to anyone, and does not fully know how to recognize the warning signs.
”Am I wrong?” She does not say the phrase with same implication as most; she is not trying to argue, is not trying to dispute what he says, but is instead asking with transparent innocence. ”If you are not fearless, Tunnel, then what are you afraid of?” The words are spoken so carefully, watching him still with dark, doe-like eyes. She does not understand the game that he is playing, and feels as though she is tripping over the rules; and regardless; she is not sure if this is a game she can win.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Tunnel]