eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
For a moment all she could hear was the sound of their heaving breaths, the pain that hitched in his. She met his eyes and locked onto them for a moment, still glaring, still tough, still keeping him hostage there for a few moments longer. But there was a shift in her expression, as if out of a daze, no longer seeing red now that her knife was back in her possession.
"Alright," she snapped, "I think you've had enough." With that, she withdrew from him, pulling her hand and the knife away. She was ready for him if he wanted to launch some sort of counter-attack out of spiteful, vengeful rage, and part of her wanted to egg him on. A part of her had wanted to torture him just for stealing a knife...
But another part of her wanted to fling that knife away, to cast away all of the blood it had shed - which was so much more than a drop. It was the first time she'd used it in Caido to inflict harm on someone, and she'd known it would always come to that. Always. Such was her life. But she thought it would have been for different reasons; for a more just cause. She was appalled at how quickly her instincts had dictated a killing move.
Straightening up, she furrowed her brow at him. "If you need something, all you have to do is fucking ask... idiot..." her gaze looked him up and down, raking over the thin bits of skin she could see. "What is it? Food? If it's really a knife you want, you can't have this one." She flipped it in the air, catching it by the hilt with ease before she sheathed it. "It's all I have left."
"Alright," she snapped, "I think you've had enough." With that, she withdrew from him, pulling her hand and the knife away. She was ready for him if he wanted to launch some sort of counter-attack out of spiteful, vengeful rage, and part of her wanted to egg him on. A part of her had wanted to torture him just for stealing a knife...
But another part of her wanted to fling that knife away, to cast away all of the blood it had shed - which was so much more than a drop. It was the first time she'd used it in Caido to inflict harm on someone, and she'd known it would always come to that. Always. Such was her life. But she thought it would have been for different reasons; for a more just cause. She was appalled at how quickly her instincts had dictated a killing move.
Straightening up, she furrowed her brow at him. "If you need something, all you have to do is fucking ask... idiot..." her gaze looked him up and down, raking over the thin bits of skin she could see. "What is it? Food? If it's really a knife you want, you can't have this one." She flipped it in the air, catching it by the hilt with ease before she sheathed it. "It's all I have left."
Aurelia
