lokii;

[Estela]

He wants to touch her, to feel her dismissive laughter, and she can see it in his starving eyes. There is an empty desire in him, a means of satisfying himself and leaving the girl needing (ever needing) more. The idea of succumbing to him flickers but it’s immediately turned away and dismantled. Unlike most, Estela has no lust for the touch of a man. All she wants is the company of her sibling (a fellow monster spat into this cruel world), but he is not here and Lokii is. Her jaws clench together, frustrated, and she diverts her steely gaze while he croons to her. His voice, trailing like a ribbon of satin, hangs between them and she, for some reason, cannot entirely ignore it. Their eyes meet. There is angst and frustration, but he has humor as well as though this is all a part of his game. ”I’m not your babe, idiot,” the attention is choking her, but she isn’t one to run.

They should run from her, no?

The soil is delicate beneath her, shredding underneath her claws as easily as skin. It peels away to expose further layers of dirt and debris. He notices them then and his eyes widen is surprise and awe. While he inspects Estela cannot help but smile. Her weapons, her beauty, all stems from her danger. The grin does not diminish, however, when he raises his head once more to look at her. ”Why, yes, I am.” There is nothing boring about her, or so she takes to be a personal truth, but no one knows her. They don’t know her capabilities, her ambitions, her own wants. She looks on in curiosity and inclines her head. ”What is your name?” A paw lifts and she moves each of the toes, admiring her talons individually, threateningly.

But in the back of her mind, she assumes he wouldn’t tell her quite so easily.

Estela

lies are dripping off your face