eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Even if Ronin made a show to intimidate her, she would be no weak thing to push aside. Aurelia's always been a fighter, a survivor; the stone that pushes against the tide with rigid, effortless tenacity. She doesn't flinch and, in comparison to some of the other people she's met in Torchline, Ronin's not nearly as tall.
So she squares against him with a puff of her chest, green eyes steeling against blue.
The soften of Ronin's voice plays its own shock factor but Aurelia's still not perturbed. Vengeance has always run its fine course through her heated blood, and as soon as the invitation hits the air, so does her fist hit Ronin's jaw. It's nothing in comparison to a demi-god's strength, nothing to create any sort of lasting damage, but enough to get the message across that she means it.
"Make it up all you want, Ronin," she smacks, pulling back her extended arm, another haughty huff of air pushed through her lungs, "but I'll remember this. If you fuck with any of mine again, I'll be sure give you what you deserve. Or die trying." Her words are icy against the humid air of Torchline, a solid promise.
Her gaze observes him intently, wondering if she should actually expect a physical retaliation.
So she squares against him with a puff of her chest, green eyes steeling against blue.
The soften of Ronin's voice plays its own shock factor but Aurelia's still not perturbed. Vengeance has always run its fine course through her heated blood, and as soon as the invitation hits the air, so does her fist hit Ronin's jaw. It's nothing in comparison to a demi-god's strength, nothing to create any sort of lasting damage, but enough to get the message across that she means it.
"Make it up all you want, Ronin," she smacks, pulling back her extended arm, another haughty huff of air pushed through her lungs, "but I'll remember this. If you fuck with any of mine again, I'll be sure give you what you deserve. Or die trying." Her words are icy against the humid air of Torchline, a solid promise.
Her gaze observes him intently, wondering if she should actually expect a physical retaliation.
Aurelia
