eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
His huff of pain did little to ease her rough, unrelenting grip on him. The only mercy he'd get from her would be her very fragile exercise of restraint as she demanded her knife back. Even that, he was pushing, as the insult was spat from between his teeth.
Aurelia's jaw clenched, patience wearing. This wasn't a negotation, this was her belonging - and he'd stolen it. He was just pissy that he got caught red-handed and had to pay some form of consequence. With a grunt of anger, Aurelia grabbed the back of his collar and shoved him face-first into a stack of empty, discarded boxes and crates. With the force she applied, the boxes went scattering and he was shoved against the wall.
"Fuck you, too," she snapped back, seething and barely managing to control her temper, to control the muscle memory that came so easily to her, "Think you're so clever, huh? Well, I'll let you in on somethin'. Just 'cause you can see everything lookin' up at it from below, doesn't mean anything," She twisted his arm even further, the angle beginning to look very wrong, to paralyze him with the pain, "when at the end of the day, you're still just the shit stuck on someone's shoe." She felt for her knife in his clothes with the other hand and, if he tried to move, she'd remind him why he shouldn't with a quick push against his pinned arm.
"Don't be so fucking arrogant to think any different."
With a scoff, she located her knife tucked into his clothes. Instead of putting it in its sheath, she pressed it against the warm, visible vein on his neck. She pressed it there so that the cold, unforgiving, inhuman touch of sharpened steel could just cut him, drawing a single drop of blood. She wasn't done yet.
Aurelia's jaw clenched, patience wearing. This wasn't a negotation, this was her belonging - and he'd stolen it. He was just pissy that he got caught red-handed and had to pay some form of consequence. With a grunt of anger, Aurelia grabbed the back of his collar and shoved him face-first into a stack of empty, discarded boxes and crates. With the force she applied, the boxes went scattering and he was shoved against the wall.
"Fuck you, too," she snapped back, seething and barely managing to control her temper, to control the muscle memory that came so easily to her, "Think you're so clever, huh? Well, I'll let you in on somethin'. Just 'cause you can see everything lookin' up at it from below, doesn't mean anything," She twisted his arm even further, the angle beginning to look very wrong, to paralyze him with the pain, "when at the end of the day, you're still just the shit stuck on someone's shoe." She felt for her knife in his clothes with the other hand and, if he tried to move, she'd remind him why he shouldn't with a quick push against his pinned arm.
"Don't be so fucking arrogant to think any different."
With a scoff, she located her knife tucked into his clothes. Instead of putting it in its sheath, she pressed it against the warm, visible vein on his neck. She pressed it there so that the cold, unforgiving, inhuman touch of sharpened steel could just cut him, drawing a single drop of blood. She wasn't done yet.
Aurelia
