SIREN V. JEZEBEL
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somewhere not so deep down, nico is offended. despite his last few years — slumming it with second class villains, surely nico deserves a fight that won’t be so easily won. he takes a moment to survey the arena. nothing special about the venue itself. carelessly, nico sits his sword on the floor and kicks it over in her direction. armed, she might actually be fun to fight. and he’ll just collect his sword back when he’s done.
“ are you going to fight or not ?? ” he demands. when he smiles, it’s with none of the same warmth usually reserved for nadia. its saccharine sweet. cloying and fake.
There isn’t a singular goddamn part of Nadia that doesn’t resent this, for reasons that should be obvious to anyone who knows them. He’s going to kill her, and he’s going to toy with her while he does it. She knows it. He knows it. And when he kicks his sword over to her--gratuitous and snide--she wants to run him through with it. No regret, no indecision, just violence. Her blood is liquid fury, and it’s roaring in her ears. But if she’s going to die anyway, she might as well make it hell for him.
“ already so thirsty for attention. ” Her smirk is thick with shared secrets, weapons drawn and at the ready. His sword lays still at her feet, untouched, unnoticed. “ never could go more than a few seconds without being looked at. ”


















