everything you want is on the other side of fear
The presence of Sera at her shoulder makes her bolder, brighter, the bar seeming to grow dim in response. She releases him that Sera might get her apology, onyx eyes glinting with righteous fury as her fingers uncoil from their place at his collar- oh, she would happily have held him longer, but only that she might play with his fear as a cat does a mouse. He is broken, quivering, and Amalia's point has been made. There is no use in prolonging the aggression, and yet...
...and yet...
Sera's glib acceptance and bright smile makes Amalia's icy fury all the more pronounced. Her voice is low when she speaks again, yet strong enough to carry throughout the bar. "Never touch a woman without her consent. Mercy and justice are not exclusive. You will not be warned again."
She turns then, suddenly, and heads to the door. Only when she escapes does the girl begin to quiver, a shaking starting deep in her belly and rattling through her chest until it bubbles up and escapes her lips in a bright, shocked, melodious laugh.
...and yet...
Sera's glib acceptance and bright smile makes Amalia's icy fury all the more pronounced. Her voice is low when she speaks again, yet strong enough to carry throughout the bar. "Never touch a woman without her consent. Mercy and justice are not exclusive. You will not be warned again."
She turns then, suddenly, and heads to the door. Only when she escapes does the girl begin to quiver, a shaking starting deep in her belly and rattling through her chest until it bubbles up and escapes her lips in a bright, shocked, melodious laugh.
Amalia
