“You have taken from me,” he repeats again just as if she had not heard him the first time. Lucrezia only ponders more of what he means. The chestnut stallion was still not helpful as he had been before. Perhaps nothing had completely changed for Etojo at all. Maybe he would always be the fool she thought him to be—secretly, it had only been a joke but presumed to be much more than that now.
Lucrezia is careful to hold her ground where she stands. Carefully her gaze continues to linger on Etojo. She watches every move he makes, and listens to every sound he makes. Her senses would not betray her just yet if something was to happen. Etojo, from what she remembered, always seemed to have a temper around her. She knows of course she had always been the reason why. There was just something about stirring trouble with the once red boy that she had always enjoyed. Perhaps it was the risk and danger within it. An adventure she could not hold herself back from.
She was more fearless this time—testing the very limits than ever before.
He raged loud as his words seemed to ring within the very night itself. Her expression of a mockery quickly fades into a neutral expression. Lucrezia listens to every word, notes every way he emphasizes somethings. She peers with nutmeg eyes at the sore mound of inflammation. Lucrezia brow furrows slightly, pretending to at least have some sense of concern for him. In fact, she hardly found the display of his fury to be worth of any empathy but without doubt amusing. The very intent of why he had been in the hollow with the mare and blue foal was something she did not know. Lucrezia only thought he was going to hurt the foal—terrorize it or even kill it for the way it had been born. She would never and still would not consent to anything like that.
“Your foal?” She asks, shaking her head in disagreement but mostly embarrassment for the way he was starting to act now. “She was not yours to claim, but her own free will she was able to choose.” Her features and eyes filter any emotions or concerns for him and return to her mockery mask. “Maybe you are just upset because she did not choose you.” A grin quickly spreads across her cream thinned lips.
He demanded from her again—all these things he wanted. She had never demanded anything from him, never asked for his own help either. Lucrezia, however, wonders exactly what he wanted from her. What could Etojo possibly ever want from her? She was nothing but a tyrant of mockery to him without end.
Lucrezia takes a step forward again and then another and another. She is closer to him now, almost right up in his face. “Then tell me what you want,” she sternly states. Lucrezia is more than ever curious than she has ever been in her lifetime right now.
Lucrezia is careful to hold her ground where she stands. Carefully her gaze continues to linger on Etojo. She watches every move he makes, and listens to every sound he makes. Her senses would not betray her just yet if something was to happen. Etojo, from what she remembered, always seemed to have a temper around her. She knows of course she had always been the reason why. There was just something about stirring trouble with the once red boy that she had always enjoyed. Perhaps it was the risk and danger within it. An adventure she could not hold herself back from.
She was more fearless this time—testing the very limits than ever before.
He raged loud as his words seemed to ring within the very night itself. Her expression of a mockery quickly fades into a neutral expression. Lucrezia listens to every word, notes every way he emphasizes somethings. She peers with nutmeg eyes at the sore mound of inflammation. Lucrezia brow furrows slightly, pretending to at least have some sense of concern for him. In fact, she hardly found the display of his fury to be worth of any empathy but without doubt amusing. The very intent of why he had been in the hollow with the mare and blue foal was something she did not know. Lucrezia only thought he was going to hurt the foal—terrorize it or even kill it for the way it had been born. She would never and still would not consent to anything like that.
“Your foal?” She asks, shaking her head in disagreement but mostly embarrassment for the way he was starting to act now. “She was not yours to claim, but her own free will she was able to choose.” Her features and eyes filter any emotions or concerns for him and return to her mockery mask. “Maybe you are just upset because she did not choose you.” A grin quickly spreads across her cream thinned lips.
He demanded from her again—all these things he wanted. She had never demanded anything from him, never asked for his own help either. Lucrezia, however, wonders exactly what he wanted from her. What could Etojo possibly ever want from her? She was nothing but a tyrant of mockery to him without end.
Lucrezia takes a step forward again and then another and another. She is closer to him now, almost right up in his face. “Then tell me what you want,” she sternly states. Lucrezia is more than ever curious than she has ever been in her lifetime right now.
OOC: Haha, that's okay. They are still having a great time together
@[sanaa] @[Etojo]
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