[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

This is a dance Vastra has missed. The air is thick with the scent of their blood but she hungers for more, hungers for the feeling that satisfies her like nothing else - her claws, her teeth, tearing through the flesh of someone who thought him her better. A very brief thought is spared for Chel, and the worry that her daughter might emerge from the playground at this moment. She shoves this contemplation aside to avoid the distraction - knowing her butterfly-adorned daughter would know to run, to hide, to wait. Or… more accurately, knowing Chel she would instead decide to watch, entranced by what is happening. His claws tear into her shoulder and she hisses though the pain is still mixed with delight. She ducks in time to miss the swat at her face and brings her own large paws up towards his in return - a pretty snarl curling her lip back slightly just as she sees his black eyes flicker with the blue of the stallion now trapped inside the lion. Will he remember this shift, unlike all the others? Her snarl recedes just in case. They hadn’t even shared names yet but if he is flickering into consciousness, she won’t have his memories of this fight be of her angry face. Won’t let him think he was monstrous enough to pull such a reaction from her. It’s a kindness, one Vastra doesn’t think about long enough to understand, but she smiles all the same as she moves her paw down to tear at the wounds her teeths had made and attempts to drag her claws through them - her gaze burning on his, watching for any more flickers. Okay, so perhaps not completely kind but this is her way. Perhaps this can still turn into a lesson, turn into a chance for him to find some control. Even if the price is pain. She strikes again, and again, with her claws and pushes down her own burning pain to do so. One thing at a time. v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]