we need love, but all we want is danger.
we team up, then switch sides like a record changer
we team up, then switch sides like a record changer
Mara is dressed in nearly nothing: her bronzey skin looking excellent beneath a light sheen of sweat. Covering her unmentionables is a leather number that she's quite fond of. It draws the eye away from the daggers in her hands, which is precisely the point. Ascended though she might be, the majority of the population isn't and Mara isn't above using every asset that she has on offer to give herself a competitive edge.
Glancing over her shoulder at the rather awkward member of her fluid-family, Mara grins a dazzlingly white smile as she flings a dagger straight towards Sam's chest. He can either catch it, avoid it, or let it stick straight into him. Really, it's all up to him.
"Catch." She calls, when the blade is already well on its way toward him.
Glancing over her shoulder at the rather awkward member of her fluid-family, Mara grins a dazzlingly white smile as she flings a dagger straight towards Sam's chest. He can either catch it, avoid it, or let it stick straight into him. Really, it's all up to him.
"Catch." She calls, when the blade is already well on its way toward him.
the rumours are terrible and cruel, but, honey most of them are true
