and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
She doesn’t know yet, all the ways that Brigade is tangling himself into her life.
She doesn’t know that they (him, her, Kensa, and Litotes) are all working their way towards an inevitable explosion – and not the kind that she sets off of her own accord. Maybe they will rise from their ashes, reforged and remade, or maybe they will simply burn. Either way, she doesn’t see any of it coming; not right now, at least.
Because, he is guarded, perhaps more so than most that she comes across. His mind is a twisting mess of thoughts, most of them shielded, but she doesn’t put forth the effort to sort through them. Not yet. With someone like him, she has learned how to take a slower approach. When she was younger, his leeriness of her would have incited her to pry into his mind and force-feed him everything that she found. She would have wanted him to know, without a second thought, just exactly what she was capable of. She would have wanted him besides himself with anger, wanted him to know that every thought that could ever pass through his mind was hers for the taking.
But, it’s harder, when he knows to be wary of her.
It’s unfortunate, when your reputation starts to precede you.
“Well I can’t blame you, because diplomacy is boring.” It would be so much easier to just shatter everyone that displeased her, but, sadly, she has been told that’s not how politics work. “Army it is, then.”
She regards him curiously now, not bothering to hide the way her dark blue eyes search the sharp angles of his face, and the antlers that twist from his brow. She never minded when others could see her looking at them; she wanted them to know. She wanted them to know she was studying them, that she was locking away their face and their voice and their thoughts, and it was up to them to decide if that was unnerving or not. “So then, Brigade-with-a-touch-of-broody, why did you decide to come to Sylva? You volunteered, if I remember correctly.”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[brigade]
