ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Tufts of gold fur worked its way up through her fingers, and she grinned, knowing she had indeed hit on a very raw, very real nerve. Unfortunately, she did not care to coddle his suffering. She did not care about is contentment. He was, at his insistence, not a Launceleyn, and therefore he was naught but a tool in her mind. His suffering was his own doing, for being so loving of heart, so open of mind, and so weak of will. "Oh my, whatever are you planning to do; bite me? Kinky, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass, thank you." she said dryly.
At his protest, she pulled her hand back, as if burned. Her lips pursed in a slight frown, brows furrowed with fake worry. "Oh...oh..." she said softly, as if to reconsider in the wake of his words. But instead, her lips slowly curled in a feral grin, an unsettling laugh escaping her lips and echoing in the room. As the laughter faded it was replaced with a crack as lightning shot from her finger and hit the alchemist straight in the chest, enough power coursing through it to perhaps knock him back but certainly not kill him. "You would do well to make a more convincing argument by not insisting I cannot do that which I have already done, Remi, dear." she said, laughter still playing on her voice.
"You see, Remi, so long as you love, so long as you care, so long as you've a single soul in this world for whom you'd mourn should I bring them to a very slow, very agonizing death before your eyes, you belong to me." she said, her voice lowering to a near whisper at the end before building back to a low chuckle. "Do you understand now? I do hope so because I've something I need you to make."
At his protest, she pulled her hand back, as if burned. Her lips pursed in a slight frown, brows furrowed with fake worry. "Oh...oh..." she said softly, as if to reconsider in the wake of his words. But instead, her lips slowly curled in a feral grin, an unsettling laugh escaping her lips and echoing in the room. As the laughter faded it was replaced with a crack as lightning shot from her finger and hit the alchemist straight in the chest, enough power coursing through it to perhaps knock him back but certainly not kill him. "You would do well to make a more convincing argument by not insisting I cannot do that which I have already done, Remi, dear." she said, laughter still playing on her voice.
"You see, Remi, so long as you love, so long as you care, so long as you've a single soul in this world for whom you'd mourn should I bring them to a very slow, very agonizing death before your eyes, you belong to me." she said, her voice lowering to a near whisper at the end before building back to a low chuckle. "Do you understand now? I do hope so because I've something I need you to make."
