Eloise
Oh, it did infuriate her. Not necessarily wanting to add to the mess around him, but equally unable to help the rising pulse of frustration, Eloise lobbed her empty glass at his chest with a look of scorn. "Fuck you."
At the masturbation jab, Eloise just rolled her eyes. "Even I've only got two hands. And not that you'd know anything about it," (his magic being what it was), "-but there's something satisfying about not knowing what to expect. Can't really manage that on my own, illusions or no." Because at the end of the day, whatever scenario she conjured, whomever it was she saw, she was still artist and canvas both.
"Don't flatter yourself. You're fucking warm is what you are. If you weren't so fucking cheap and we could keep the coals burning all night long, I'd stay well on my side." Though much as she hated to admit it, in the moments just before proper wakefulness when it wasn't exactly clear who she was curled up against, it was rather nice. But it was hard to keep that golden feeling when she realized the man next to her was likely thinking about how to best kill her.
At the masturbation jab, Eloise just rolled her eyes. "Even I've only got two hands. And not that you'd know anything about it," (his magic being what it was), "-but there's something satisfying about not knowing what to expect. Can't really manage that on my own, illusions or no." Because at the end of the day, whatever scenario she conjured, whomever it was she saw, she was still artist and canvas both.
"Don't flatter yourself. You're fucking warm is what you are. If you weren't so fucking cheap and we could keep the coals burning all night long, I'd stay well on my side." Though much as she hated to admit it, in the moments just before proper wakefulness when it wasn't exactly clear who she was curled up against, it was rather nice. But it was hard to keep that golden feeling when she realized the man next to her was likely thinking about how to best kill her.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
