[ in your haste to wound me. she doesn't raise to the provocation, tempting as it is to snap and snarl like a hound that's been prodded one too many times. you're not capable of that, either. to be wounded by her, he would have to have a functioning heart rather than the scabworn, moth-eaten thing that passes for the facsimile of one in his chest.
alina ropes the insult in at the last moment before it can spill across the network, but there's a wave of impatient anger to her fidgeting all the same as they wait to board, incensed by his usual habit of speaking to her as though she's the master of cruelty between them. she shifts her weight from one foot then the other, knuckles furling and unfurling at her sides to resist the impulse to push past the influx of passengers that have arrived at the docking station. ]
then i guess you had better find the orb.
[ bitterly curt and brief. the heels still creaking in his grip mean too little to her, torture chambers that they are, for her to mourn their possible loss as she finally gets her chance to step back onto the train. instead, she makes a beeline to her private cabin within the boundaries of first class, pointedly slamming it behind her.
she'll have to soak her sore, neglected feet in private. ]
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alina ropes the insult in at the last moment before it can spill across the network, but there's a wave of impatient anger to her fidgeting all the same as they wait to board, incensed by his usual habit of speaking to her as though she's the master of cruelty between them. she shifts her weight from one foot then the other, knuckles furling and unfurling at her sides to resist the impulse to push past the influx of passengers that have arrived at the docking station. ]
then i guess you had better find the orb.
[ bitterly curt and brief. the heels still creaking in his grip mean too little to her, torture chambers that they are, for her to mourn their possible loss as she finally gets her chance to step back onto the train. instead, she makes a beeline to her private cabin within the boundaries of first class, pointedly slamming it behind her.
she'll have to soak her sore, neglected feet in private. ]