Oh, you're just too kind. And since you're so kind, and might I say, I just love all the memento mori too, it's making me feel so at ease with the universe right now; since you're so kind, you'll have absolutely no problem admitting that you owe me for this.
[ She grins wryly up at her. She knows that she covered her tracks. She knows how these sorts of operations need to go down. But there's still a satisfaction that comes with ensnaring her, if she can get it. ]
Does it excite you, thinking of all kinds of horrible things happening to my body?
[her arm prickles, the familiar feeling of a pinch in an artery. she thinks the word "no." sharply and tries to keep her face unemotive until the pain passes. "let me handle this," she thinks. "i am Yours." the feeling stops, and she crosses her arms over her chest in an almost comical show of intimidation.]
Perhaps. But it's even more exciting to think how I may be the one who owes you right now. [she reaches out; her insides do not protest. she runs the backs of her fingers along hlasoh's cheek and her Lady is silent.] What is it that you think I may be able to balance our scales with? How do you measure what I have done?
[ She doesn't flinch from Blythe's touch, even knowing the onslaught of infection that is held back by mere will. It hasn't killed her yet.
She wonders what she'll have done to deserve it if it does. Hopefully something interesting. She tilts her head and kisses those clammy fingers. ]
I'm really not sure yet. I've got a lot of projects going, you know. Assorted schemes, capers, conspiracies, forbidden rites, etc. Your sin is so heinous, I clearly need to consider carefully.
[she murmurs it as she feels her finger drawn into hlasoh's mouth, between her lips and teeth. there is a churn within her. she ignores it. she wants to ignore it. she ignores a lot of things when it comes to hlasoh. she's done worse before and if the worst that her Lady does at this point is make her queasy then she can handle it.]
Wrath? Envy? [she presses the pad of her finger upward against hlasoh's teeth. her voice has gained this darkness to it that she isn't sure she can support, but she is already speaking with it.] Pride? Or will your satisfy yourself with something no man would dare confine to words?
I'd need volumes to describe the sort of things you do.
[ She sucks on that finger, feeling all the teeming, voracious, murderous life that writhes within, a potentiality that could engulf her so easily. ]
We go where no man ever could. But you certainly do like putting things inside the scions of Rhen, don't you? Tiny hungry, needful things, desirous of warmth. Is that what you want from me?
[and she is right to do it. blythe does not need much further convincing, but hlasoh's words intermingled with her own finger are only reinforcing ideas that her mind had already been dancing so inelegantly around. perhaps she had chosen the incorrect vice, the wrong sin. perhaps she truly is guilty of a litany. her Lady would say so. her Lady is not her concern right now.]
And this will settle my debt? Making yourself into my prey? [she says it calmly, with emotional distance that she longs to close. tasteless as it may be, her body is already beginning to react to these low words and easy motions. she turns her hand so her palm can grip more easily at hlasoh's jaw and runs her fingertip against her canine.] It is a becoming role for you. I accept.
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[ She grins wryly up at her. She knows that she covered her tracks. She knows how these sorts of operations need to go down. But there's still a satisfaction that comes with ensnaring her, if she can get it. ]
Does it excite you, thinking of all kinds of horrible things happening to my body?
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Perhaps. But it's even more exciting to think how I may be the one who owes you right now. [she reaches out; her insides do not protest. she runs the backs of her fingers along hlasoh's cheek and her Lady is silent.] What is it that you think I may be able to balance our scales with? How do you measure what I have done?
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She wonders what she'll have done to deserve it if it does. Hopefully something interesting. She tilts her head and kisses those clammy fingers. ]
I'm really not sure yet. I've got a lot of projects going, you know. Assorted schemes, capers, conspiracies, forbidden rites, etc. Your sin is so heinous, I clearly need to consider carefully.
[ She gently bites her index finger. ]
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[she murmurs it as she feels her finger drawn into hlasoh's mouth, between her lips and teeth. there is a churn within her. she ignores it. she wants to ignore it. she ignores a lot of things when it comes to hlasoh. she's done worse before and if the worst that her Lady does at this point is make her queasy then she can handle it.]
Wrath? Envy? [she presses the pad of her finger upward against hlasoh's teeth. her voice has gained this darkness to it that she isn't sure she can support, but she is already speaking with it.] Pride? Or will your satisfy yourself with something no man would dare confine to words?
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[ She sucks on that finger, feeling all the teeming, voracious, murderous life that writhes within, a potentiality that could engulf her so easily. ]
We go where no man ever could. But you certainly do like putting things inside the scions of Rhen, don't you? Tiny hungry, needful things, desirous of warmth. Is that what you want from me?
[ this bitch can and will anthropomorphize cum ]
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And this will settle my debt? Making yourself into my prey? [she says it calmly, with emotional distance that she longs to close. tasteless as it may be, her body is already beginning to react to these low words and easy motions. she turns her hand so her palm can grip more easily at hlasoh's jaw and runs her fingertip against her canine.] It is a becoming role for you. I accept.