She hadn’t expected to see him so quickly. He was something of an enigma, able to shed and change his skin at a moment’s notice, and yet she was able to quickly pick up when it was him that she was looking at. Perhaps it was that heavy cloak of darkness he wore; something about the sadness that seemed to settle into his very bones. Perhaps it was the way he had looked at her like she may attack and he would do nothing to stop it—like he would meet her in the middle. Like he would lock his very jaws on her throat.
Either way, her silver eyes snap onto his features quickly, her lip twitching lightly at his prodding.
“Unsure,” she growls lightly in the distinctive husk of her voice, her head tilting to the side. “Are you taking a break from being someone’s mid-day snack?” Her lips spread then into a toothy smile, the white of her teeth flashing against the ink of her lips; today at least, there is no blood to stain them. She knows that she is not the creature who took his life but she also knows it very well could have been her. She has had no qualms about finishing someone off before. She doubts she would have any of doing it again.
Still, there is a part of her that is pleased that she didn’t end his life.
At least not yet.
For a second, there is nothing but silence between them when she feels the beginning of snow start to fall down once more. She tips her head back to feel the cold of it wash against the angles of her face, brushing against the blue of her blaze and settling on the length of her lashes. When she drops her face once more, it is framed in this ice. “It will start picking up soon,” she notes, although there isn’t any concern in her voice.
“Have you ever considered the merits of freezing to death over being eaten alive, Risk?”
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
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I was less than graceful, I was not kind
be out watching other lovers lose their spine