your heart, it's like a drum
the chase has just begun
Waverly understands the dance of life and death beneath the waves well, but she is no purveyor of courtly intricacies. She does not understand subtlety nearly as well as many others. She is plainly spoken and understands plain speech in return. What to him might be obvious as a royal of this land is to her nothing more than ridiculous.
The teeth though, those she understands. They flash like needles in his mouth. It is a display she can respect, even if it does not spark fear. His teeth are made for gripping prey. Hers are made for rending. But she understands, and that brings a respect greater than any condescension or sense of superiority ever could.
There is nothing she respects more than the laws of might. Though she doesn’t believe he could kill her so easily, neither does she believe she could kill him easily either. And that is enough to draw her into an uneasy truce.
So she gives him that false sense of security he had so clearly been seeking. Her face shifts, the elongated jaw shrinking as jagged teeth melt into flat molars, the sharp angles of her features softening into something far more feminine. A face as achingly lovely as it is deceptive, golden eyes wide with an innocence that belies her true nature. Her finned and clawed feet remain the same, but it does nothing to detract from the stunning beauty and elegant lines that had replaced her predatory grin.
He wanted to call her little fish, and so she would be the little fish he believed.
“I was not aware I was trespassing,” she replies, a tremulous smile easing over her lips. She was aware, but she could lie as easily as any other. Her words are lyrical now, tripping across her tongue with more ease than before. “Are you upset because you believe I am a threat to you?”
Waverly
@Noceur