noctiscaelvm:
This was exactly the sort of situation that Noctis tried so very hard to avoid when it came to her, seeing as she seemed to flourish within them—-a frustrated huff worms it way out of his chest as the sharp pinch of her heel makes contact with his skin even through the thick fabric of the coat, as if words alone are not enough to show just how irritated he is at this turn of events. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be able to list a single thing he hates more than the look that has painted itself so vividly across her countenance; something akin to the curl of a venus flytrap, or a spider’s threading, though he refuses to let the similarities stick for very long in his mind’s eye ( not when he’s seen her in her own share of embarrassing fumbles, or unlucky moments ). ❝ ‘Oh, really now?’ ❞ A childish reaction, to mock her words in such a compromising position, but that fact does not stop him from wrinkling his nose up and mumbling the words just below his breath anyway. With his glare still fixed just over the lip of his jacket, he carefully slides his fingers up to wrap loosely around her ankle and digs his fingertips into the material of her pants; a soft tug couples the bite of his nails, but it does very little in the way of alleviating the pressure of her weight upon his chest—-if nothing else, it served only as a warning. ❝ No, I’m not going to call Ignis—-but, you know what I am going to do? This. ❞ As if the future king of Lucis could not stoop to an even lower level of immaturity ( truthfully, he couldn’t—-he was on the ground, afterall. But, you see, that means very little when you’re not the only one ), he takes the soft grip of his fingers and doubles it, his palm pressing into the gentle curve of her ankle and YANKING as hard as he can.
“ N----”
She tries to prevent this by holding her ground with her free foot in order to regain balance and pull away so that she may kick him in the jaw for such an impish attempt at humiliating her, but, that thought is soon bit back because of a previous downpour that had completely soaked the grass below, thus causing her to slip-- hard. A cascade of black curls spread wildly across her shoulders and do nothing to pillow the impact it has on her head except soak in wet dirt and muck. Oh, no, Xalia couldn’t differentiate which had hurt her the most: her pride, her ( self-admittedly ) head having been stuck up her ass for not noticing, or her fucking back. Either way, his death grip held steadily on her leg had gone and stricken a burning, acidic calamity of spitting VENGEANCE that does not go unannounced -- sinking was only step one in completely decimating the enemy.
“ You little FUCK! ”
Her hands claw into the ground, ripping grass from its roots and caking the underside of her nails and fingers until she finds what she’s looking for and promptly upholds her next weapon: mud. Childish-- in all of its immature splendour, but the bearer of Lucis pulled a cord not even she was aware of at the moment as she makes haste of her target, steadily chucking it directly in his face. “ Playing dirty with me won’t get you very far, Prince. I hope that tastes like the shit you so REIGN from.”
Aghast, Xalia cannot look as feral as she usually holds herself up to be. Surely, the crud slicking down her mien and hair would do to hide the obvious bedraggled state of mind, and its shakiness held pertinent to her voice as she heaves for breath. “ I -- I....haha...!! ”
