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agentlenet2019-02-11 02:51 pm
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( the feed opens to a young man, pale skinned and dark eyed, a scar cutting across the left side of his face. his surroundings, while fairly nondescript, place him in somewhere in the Queen's Residence.)
Does anyone know where I can find a map?
Does anyone know where I can find a map?
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[ it's a barb, undoubtedly, thrown back in his face. she'd agree with him, otherwise, but he has already set her blood boiling. ]
I've shut you out before. [ there is, undeniably, a satisfied edge to her voice. a predator, moving in, canines out. ] I'm stronger now. I can do it again.
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( he snarls back, unthinking. )
We'll see.
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[ it's laughable, almost, if it weren't so infuriating. ]
You'll see when it's broken.
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( ... well, no. that's not strictly true. he's plenty interested about parts of this place. the jewels ㅡ where they are drawn from, how they are chosen ㅡ in particular. )
And their Queen would offer little challenge as she is now. Hardly worth the effort.
( honestly, there's a begrudging respect for the woman. she'd drawn ㅡ successfully, at that ㅡ twenty people across time and space, and survived. but he's still angry, still suspicious.
her threat to break the bond will trouble him later, once his ire has cooled. he is surprised, truthfully, to find it still in tact after how they had parted ways before. )
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[ it's not confidence, or even a call on a bluff, despite the slight inkling that it is just that — a bluff, meant to rile her. it's a clipped warning, biting and feral in its edge, with clear implications.
he can try, but she'll be standing in his way.
there's a beat, small, with the sound of her breath heaving out through her nostrils heavily — and then, harsher and far more angrier than that inherent threat: ]
You're hardly worth my effort.
[ it's untrue in the grander scheme — more than. but in the moment, it's a jab she can't stop herself from giving before she ends the connection to leave him with empty air instead, and the wavering of their connection before it does cinch tight. she can't disguise herself on his end, can't end it — but her end remains still like water, quiet and unmoving. ]