[ Later, perhaps, they'll pick these clothes off the ground in a silence she is certain he will find deeply enjoyable - agreeable enough to abide the way she'll roll her eyes between moments spent stooping to collect this sock or that pillowcase.
For now, her eyes are bright as they appraise him, the look on her face caught between amusement and hubris. Unconsciously she mirrors him, her chin tipping up as her eyebrows raise, the tension she fights her smile with hollowing her cheeks when she speaks. ]
So, you yield?
[ Which would be acceptable, of course, and reasonable of him - she is the Blade of the South after all.
But somewhere, deep down, it would leave her longing. ]
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For now, her eyes are bright as they appraise him, the look on her face caught between amusement and hubris. Unconsciously she mirrors him, her chin tipping up as her eyebrows raise, the tension she fights her smile with hollowing her cheeks when she speaks. ]
So, you yield?
[ Which would be acceptable, of course, and reasonable of him - she is the Blade of the South after all.
But somewhere, deep down, it would leave her longing. ]