18 + a kiss on the throat — @gambl4r
a soft hum, disappointed yet no less amused, seemed to echo throughout the now - empty room — save for margot and sevika; the latter having fallen heavily into the seat at the tables head, features set with her irritation at the remaining chembarons and their infuriating inability to come together for the good of zaun. from her position slouched languidly in her own seat, margot can see the way her jaw shifts with the harsh grinding of teeth and it only proves to feed her mirth.
another meeting, the same outcome. snide jabs, petty squabbling, loathing words and goading remarks spit from each attendee, all intent on having the last jab. work together, sevika insisted. they don't know how we fight, she'd claimed. we can win, she'd resolved: but none of them wanted to win. not for zaun itself: but their own gain. unless they were perched upon the throne of the city of iron and glass, it could burn — lest their assistance mistakenly aid in another taking what was rightfully margot's theirs. it was laughable, really: how she believed her words had the potential to sway them into an alliance of any degree. as long as that spot remained open they'd sooner chew off their own limbs than work together.
" it won't work. " margot's voice cuts through the silence after the scuffling of boots grew silent, her girls sent out to ensure the other nosy fools left. raising from her seat, the light pad of her boots cuts through the quiet as she strides over to sevika. her grin is a twisted mix of mischievous and sultry, and once she's stood in front of her, dismissive of her clearly irked state, a gloved hand extends to push firmly against a broad shoulder. she leaves no time for complaint before she's invading personal space and sliding into her lap once her back hits solid wood.
" the last thing they'll ever do — " margot breathes out, settling heavily onto strong thighs now situated between her own. she speaks as though she isn't one of them — as though she isn't vying for the very same seat they were. she doesn't see herself as one of them because she regards herself as better. above them. despite how she stoops to identical lows.
one arm rests heavily over sevika's shoulder, fingers loosely fiddling with tied hair, while the hand of the other cradles her jaw. thumb planted beneath her chin, she pushes up softly — just enough to tilt her head slightly back — before her face dips into the empty space. " — is work with each other. " lips whispering against the expanse of skin, margot presses a lingering kiss to her throat, smirking in her delight when she retreats to gaze at the almost black stain left from her painted lips. " i'm surprised you still try. "