He knows her eyes track him in the darkness so akin to a cat watching both rat or wolf alike as it slithers its shape through the shadows. He likes to think himself the latter; a toothy grin to hide the hunger for blood and flesh in two very different ways. Even when she has the blood of moons running silver through veins branched devine, she is /very/ capable of bleeding out every last glistening drop. But that would be a waste and a shame and just one more hidden vessel in the cosmos for a holy glow that is right here, right now, where it should be.
“Exaaactly. Then who gives a shit about guns, huh? You got so much more right at your fingertips.” He bobs a little with his knees for emphasis, points at the lily white hands that present so pretty and petite in spite of the universe bound into crushing force beneath their velvet, violent strokes. He’d much rather discuss her than them, after all – the hunters she defends in a blunt cold-front he ignores apart from a short snort of laughter. But then she continues and he’s forced to stand still again, hands on his hips and the start of a sneer ghosting its pull up his lip.
“Oh, you think that’s them being smart? Uh, I dunno if you remember, but I’ve played their dumb asses from here to next Tuesday. They only mess up my plans when I want them to.” He tips his chin up, ever the image of pride and ego and dominance that gets him the fame, the fortune, the screams of the blood-soaked and broken who crawl on their knees begging for his mercy and favor. “But it is gonna stay our little secret. Way more fun that way aaaand I’m pretty sure you agree. Am I right or am I right?” He winks because he can, because he wants to see any sliver of something beneath the crystalline cover of ice that proves his mark (like the fidget and the scowl, the toss of hair, the narrowed eyes when he purrs kitten through his smirk).
He moves again, prowls his way to the corner of the bed and pretends to pluck a stray thread from the sheets. “Don’t you worry, kiddo. I mean, you still have a lot to make up to me if you want us to be compadres, capisce? But, uh, I really think you’re missin’ the point…” His tongue flicks out along the line of his lower lip, feels that sliver between mask and flesh just barely. “This is your chance to see who – and what – you really are. Unless you like being dragged down by filthy bandits. Maybe you don’t have much brains at all…”
she didn’t want to be friends, companions, buddies or any such vile term that seeped into her mind at his little snide comment. allied with devil himself yet that prospect had only been brokered by foundation of interest in her bones warranted only by the confusion that the galaxy had thrust upon her. and he tests her patience must as she does the same to him. graceful figure slips and shifts finally across a silken comforter, moving towards the edge on the bed and upon her knees no less though her back is rigid. standing would issue a contest, a try of wills but the siren would not balk or curl during this moment. no, she rises instead to meet him, eyes adjusting to see a fake visage in neon lighting.
head tilts, cascading ocean gifted tresses along almost bare shoulders, the fairest strands catching plainly on sneering tiers. there is no need to be delicate now, not as she shifts to cross arms over a loosely covered bust, watchful of the smirking expression he dons. what a man to think he’s already won, garnered something great that even the holiest of creatures could not fathom. though less than pristine plans went awry for her own, cascaded in filth and false warrants, only to think they’ve achieved a leg up. it’s an expression he’s earned and she despises him for it and cunning vexation that it stirs in her mind. whether the world cared to admit it, everything had fallen perfectly into his lap... well, not everything. break before you bend girl.
“ -- jack, ” his name comes as a curse, a slur that feels like bile on her tongue, and char; far huskier than she wanted it to be. “ i’m here, so don’t mistake my concern for them as stupidity. ” she has loyalty, that much is certain. even now in the den of a man with a wolfish grin, aiming to swallow her whole. he’s going to fucking choke on her.
weight falls back on her haunches, backside resting against ankles. she must look the part of the petulant child, scorned and distant with hardly a chance of getting her way. it’s better like this, however, a folly for her to shiver against pillows and between sheets. the siren is not meant to be small and unseen, a triumph of everything in heavenly luster. he had to know this when he had asked her here. “ -- why are you so interested in me or what i can do ? and please, more importantly, what the hell do i have to make up to you ? killing your employees, ruining a base or two. maybe you forgot, but trying to murder someone tends to bring out those types of grudges. but fine, i’ll just... -- ” her inhale is sharp and the bones of her neck pop as she adjusts.
“ -- go along with it. but so help you goddess if you come close to me with any of your science goons... ” it’s a threat left unfinished. one he should know she won’t finish, he made a deal with a wild animal expecting any less would be.... absolutely insane.
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