She might have argued with him about the difference between 'hiding' and 'stalking' but the vibration of magic up her arm stuns her as much as the frustration; because he's right and she's too stubborn to admit it beyond an annoyed grit of her teeth as she flickers out of existence. Her eyes look back to where the glittering shield no longer stands but Vesper does, looking like she's done nothing more than stuck her tongue out at him, making his mocking words cut all the deeper.
He's toying with her and she knows it - she hates it. Nothing she does fazes him, every bite of her fangs meeting air while he points out that she hadn't been meaning to hit him anyways. She wants desperately to prove him wrong and sink her teeth into his neck - literally or mentally - but he always seems to know that her bravado is empty, to see the pain behind her words rather than the insults she throws. It's infuriating and the clench of her jaw starts to ache, feeling like a fool just waiting for him to find her in the dark.
Losing her patience (did she have any to begin with?), Thal darts behind him and attempts to slam her foot against the back of his knee. "You lost the right to call me that." Venom coats her tongue, hating the reminder of all the times her traitorous heart had fluttered to hear his drawling affection - the reminder of how weak she is was. And Vesper doesn't ease up as he presses painfully into the gaping wound that's been ripped from her chest, his words drawing blood from the loss that hasn't healed like pushing fingers into gauze just to see the red seep around it. Her vision flashes a deep ruby.
2/4
He's toying with her and she knows it - she hates it. Nothing she does fazes him, every bite of her fangs meeting air while he points out that she hadn't been meaning to hit him anyways. She wants desperately to prove him wrong and sink her teeth into his neck - literally or mentally - but he always seems to know that her bravado is empty, to see the pain behind her words rather than the insults she throws. It's infuriating and the clench of her jaw starts to ache, feeling like a fool just waiting for him to find her in the dark.
Losing her patience (did she have any to begin with?), Thal darts behind him and attempts to slam her foot against the back of his knee. "You lost the right to call me that." Venom coats her tongue, hating the reminder of all the times her traitorous heart had fluttered to hear his drawling affection - the reminder of how weak she is was. And Vesper doesn't ease up as he presses painfully into the gaping wound that's been ripped from her chest, his words drawing blood from the loss that hasn't healed like pushing fingers into gauze just to see the red seep around it. Her vision flashes a deep ruby.
2/4
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
