07-30-2023, 10:54 PM
Anger did not come from nowhere; she knew that. Growing up with a mother like Starsin she had learned that quick tempers and sharp edges were honed by something, and she is sure that Ashhal is no exception. But just as she had learned with her mother, she would not ask questions—he was already quick to press that rage-sharpened knife to her throat, and while it was entertaining seeing just how irritated he could get, she was not actually trying to completely infuriate him.
Maybe she was just a natural at it.
She tries not to show the nervous tension that pulls through her at the feel of his skin against hers, but before she can even figure out the way that she is going to react (feign indifference, or perhaps let herself lean into it the way she so craves), he pulls away abruptly. For a moment confusion flashes in her bright blue eyes, noticing the way his own gaze has grown colder than she had previously thought possible. Her nerves harden into something more defensive, energy humming beneath her own skin in preparation—to either dissolve herself into fairy dust and disappear, or to dissolve him.
When his anger remains limited to serrated-edged words and frigid stares rather than anything physical she allows her guard to lower just slightly, her shoulders dropping a fraction as another smile quirks at the corner of her dark lips as she takes him in with a tip of her lovely head. “So far you have done nothing to make me any less curious.”
She leaves the space that he had put between them, glancing down at the ground that rests there before flitting her gaze back up to his face, and continues, nonchalant and unbothered as ever, “The old lands that came back. Are any of them of any interest to you?” She asks, seeking perhaps a less dangerous way to learn anything about him.
Maybe she was just a natural at it.
She tries not to show the nervous tension that pulls through her at the feel of his skin against hers, but before she can even figure out the way that she is going to react (feign indifference, or perhaps let herself lean into it the way she so craves), he pulls away abruptly. For a moment confusion flashes in her bright blue eyes, noticing the way his own gaze has grown colder than she had previously thought possible. Her nerves harden into something more defensive, energy humming beneath her own skin in preparation—to either dissolve herself into fairy dust and disappear, or to dissolve him.
When his anger remains limited to serrated-edged words and frigid stares rather than anything physical she allows her guard to lower just slightly, her shoulders dropping a fraction as another smile quirks at the corner of her dark lips as she takes him in with a tip of her lovely head. “So far you have done nothing to make me any less curious.”
She leaves the space that he had put between them, glancing down at the ground that rests there before flitting her gaze back up to his face, and continues, nonchalant and unbothered as ever, “The old lands that came back. Are any of them of any interest to you?” She asks, seeking perhaps a less dangerous way to learn anything about him.
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@Ashhal