[ Fucking immortal demons and their fucking sense of time. It also didn't help that she still couldn't get a read on him. It's infuriating, but she can't let her anger get the best of her, not-
Then again, she's never been good at being reasonable when it came to Levi. ]
[ the Creature can't help himself, the snort of laughter that comes with her fury and defiance. he presses the tip of his nail against her skin a little harder.]
Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.
[ Madsen doesn't even flinch as he digs his nail in a little bit more under her jaw, ignoring the sharp pinprick and the small drop of blood that wells up before it starts to heal over. Technically she's said her piece by this point, went about as well as she expected.
And now...
Just what was she even doing. Taunting the Creature himself into trying to start a fight or fuck her senseless, obviously, but still.
Her eyes flash as he leans in, trying to keep her breathing and heartbeat regular. Stay impassive, don't give anything away. ]
[ not really. he knows what she would rather (he thinks) and he is well aware of what she believes him capable of in such a situation. and yet--
he doesn't lean down those last few inches, but doesn't press his nail against her skin any harder either. just-- hovers there with an almost curious lilt to his brows and waits, and waits, and--]
Doesn't matter what you want, really.
[ then he is moving, stepping away with a sharp smile on his face.]
[ At the very least, she doesn't underestimate his ability to make her hurt if it came down to it. Still, she for whatever reason couldn't get enough of it, and here they were, being coy and constantly pushing each others' buttons (or at least attempting to, in her case).
Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
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Then again, she's never been good at being reasonable when it came to Levi. ]
Really? That's the excuse you're giving me.
Then prove it.
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Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.
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And now...
Just what was she even doing. Taunting the Creature himself into trying to start a fight or fuck her senseless, obviously, but still.
Her eyes flash as he leans in, trying to keep her breathing and heartbeat regular. Stay impassive, don't give anything away. ]
Which one do you fucking think.
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[ not really. he knows what she would rather (he thinks) and he is well aware of what she believes him capable of in such a situation. and yet--
he doesn't lean down those last few inches, but doesn't press his nail against her skin any harder either. just-- hovers there with an almost curious lilt to his brows and waits, and waits, and--]
Doesn't matter what you want, really.
[ then he is moving, stepping away with a sharp smile on his face.]
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Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
The hell it doesn't.