holy water cannot help you now. a thousand armies couldn't keep me out.
I don't want your money. I don't want your crown.
He offers her something she expected, an invitation to his home; but she is not ignorant of the larger male’s intentions nor of the wolfish way he watches her. Slavering jaws and teeth ready to snap, a devourer whose claws tried to sink deeper into her skin- and she grins when he tries to take his first bite with this creative line and playful flirt. Still? Sevda giggles, smiles and plays her hand at naivety, she pouts and speaks up as she stands close within his shadow… dwarfed by the muscle and bulk. “Hyaline? So far away though.” calm and collected she says no more for now, and instead does not hide the prismatic shift of color as light refracts from the crystalline hair sweeping across her neck and shoulders.
Remnants of water dripped down into lengthy coils and waves that froze inevitably, and she finds herself studying the matte black and patched white fur: the electrifyingly teal eyes and all the strength he seemed to offer. With some coy or coquette playfulness she continued from her previous: unaffected by the way he seemed to look her over or how he studied her in return. “I suppose I can be pressed into going when I have such strong company, wouldn’t want to get hurt after all. Though, I have to wonder- do you just invite all the pretty things to come along with you?” playful as it was the question carried some modicum of seriousness behind it and her pale blue eyes fixated.
With a tender kind of wink she batted the thick eyelashes and allowed a gentleness to ease her posture and poise. “Because I know… if I were a big, tall boy with lots of muscle and all that smoldering charm--” she paused, her shoulder rolling back as she shifted her weight. “I would want to start collecting all the lovely gems I could find, and would I ever try.” tease and further taunting came with huff and whisper, with a rolling purr in her voice as she mulled over the thought and idea of being surrounded by someone and their collections.
With a sigh, not out of defeat, she gave a last sentiment- flirtacious and laced with secrecy. “Alas, I’m only some soft little darling- all cute and alone. I’ll go with you to Hyaline, why not, I’m curious about what your other girlies look like. If they’re cute enough… I might kiss ‘um.”
Sevda
see, I've come to burn your kingdom down
@[Chemdog]
