‘ need i remind you where you are? ’
her counter is swift, eclipsing all evidence of FEAR. it wasn’t HER she dreaded, but the words she spoke. ( they were the most HONEST lies she’d heard in quite some time. ) if she’d a heart, it’d be belaboring a hopeless warning against her chest, just loud enough to POUND in her ears: DON’T LISTEN, DON’T LISTEN. ——but what point was there in denying it? NEVER would she ever be able to change the slate upon which she was founded. ( daubing it in brilliant hues and intricate patterns wouldn’t CHANGE what was underneath. )
——but it could always be BUILT UPON.
and in a fluid motion ( defined by a SAVAGE sort of grace, ) she summons her spear, pressing its pommel into the ground. it’d taken her decades to master summoning a weapon. after all, she’d been fighting her very BLUEPRINT. but here she stood now, a glint in her eye demanding control.
‘ you’re on OUR terrain, ’ and she lifts her spear, pointing it directly at the other’s chest. ‘ and you’re in no position to question me. ’
a q u i e t raise of her eyebrow, pointedly making eye contact with the now-drawn weapon. her upper lip curled slightly in something acutely similar to disgust. unimpressed, unamused and nearly irritated with the insubordination of the pearl, the terrible doctor slid her hand into her pocket. her thin lips parted slightly, the first warning sign often unseen by her opponents.
• Your terrain? How presumptuous of you. •
sheer blue gaze finally returned to the pearl’s own stare, and her glowering distaste seemed to increase. just seeing a misled slave so out of place was disgusting to her. the entire situation she was experiencing was disgusting. this planet, this pearl ––––––––– benitoite found herself clenching her teeth, and she realised she was letting this to get too close to her.
briefly she closed her eyes, but only long enough to sigh.
• This planet belongs to HOMEWORLD, and as long as I stand, it remains in their possession. •
her MAW opened, and her head slipped back ––––– hand coming up to pull her own spear from her gem. a reverse sword swallower in action, she drew the bladed staff from her throat slowly, much less action to her withdrawal than the pearl’s. but it was just as elegant.
it was soon fully unsheathed and clasped in her palm, ground into the dust under her feet in an idle stance. she did not plan to attack. not yet.
• And I am going NOWHERE any time SOON. •
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