07-02-2023, 06:02 PM
She would never admit that she was not nearly as worldly as she liked to appear, and that he had read her correctly when he keyed in on the way she had so subtly shifted back from his advance. It was not exactly out of fear; she did not fear much, not when she had the ability to fight back by shattering someone to pieces, or to flee by dissolving into fairy dust. She was not afraid of him hurting her—at this moment, she is almost certain a fight is not what he is after.
But while her sharp tongue and time-bomb temper were not an act, she was not nearly the temptress she liked to play at.
She could lure them in easily enough, changing her color in an attempt to capture their attention, but she changed her mind just as quickly the moment everything started to feel too real.
It had never gone far enough that anyone had actually touched her; she had always made sure of that. But when he follows her movements and she catches the way his dark eyes flash, there is a moment where her heart leaps unexpectedly, but she does not back away again. Instead she offers the same sharp smile, pretending that her pulse is not an electric hum within her veins when she retorts, “Well clearly you don’t know my mother, she would love to hear all about this.”
In a single breath he has shifted closer, so much so that she could have reached out and touched him — or he could have touched her. There is a part of her that wants him to, but she does not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So she ignores that magnetic pull that is telling her to step into him, leaving that breath of space between them, her voice now a low purr with him being so near. “Why is it so far-fetched to think I would actually care? I mean, I wouldn’t say that I care on a deep, personal level, but I am curious.” She exhales a soft breath of laughter, and withdraws away from him a step. “But fine, then. Don’t tell me.”
But while her sharp tongue and time-bomb temper were not an act, she was not nearly the temptress she liked to play at.
She could lure them in easily enough, changing her color in an attempt to capture their attention, but she changed her mind just as quickly the moment everything started to feel too real.
It had never gone far enough that anyone had actually touched her; she had always made sure of that. But when he follows her movements and she catches the way his dark eyes flash, there is a moment where her heart leaps unexpectedly, but she does not back away again. Instead she offers the same sharp smile, pretending that her pulse is not an electric hum within her veins when she retorts, “Well clearly you don’t know my mother, she would love to hear all about this.”
In a single breath he has shifted closer, so much so that she could have reached out and touched him — or he could have touched her. There is a part of her that wants him to, but she does not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So she ignores that magnetic pull that is telling her to step into him, leaving that breath of space between them, her voice now a low purr with him being so near. “Why is it so far-fetched to think I would actually care? I mean, I wouldn’t say that I care on a deep, personal level, but I am curious.” She exhales a soft breath of laughter, and withdraws away from him a step. “But fine, then. Don’t tell me.”
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