[ She glances at him over her shoulder, her lips compressed into a firm line. She hesitates, holding his gaze for a moment, remembering his other eyes...
Keeping his gaze, she slides the pencil behind her ear again.
He hasn't tried to hurt her yet. He's been... pushy, and deliberately scared her, and was honestly a terrible partner, and he looked at her like every other stuck-up jerk looked at her, as if she was a commodity, meat, there for his pleasure, and she hated that - but there was nothing inhuman about it. He was just... too human for her to preemptively try to kill.
So the pencil goes behind the ear.
It's a little weird to her that the kids aren't freaked out by his comment. Then she remembers the etiquette lessons she'd overheard about Blood flirting and it makes sense. All the same, she wait until she's completed her circuit of the room and checking on and dealing with the kids before speaking to him again. She keeps the table's length between them. ]
If I try to kill you, [ her voice is quiet ], and I go for your heart, I won't miss.
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Keeping his gaze, she slides the pencil behind her ear again.
He hasn't tried to hurt her yet. He's been... pushy, and deliberately scared her, and was honestly a terrible partner, and he looked at her like every other stuck-up jerk looked at her, as if she was a commodity, meat, there for his pleasure, and she hated that - but there was nothing inhuman about it. He was just... too human for her to preemptively try to kill.
So the pencil goes behind the ear.
It's a little weird to her that the kids aren't freaked out by his comment. Then she remembers the etiquette lessons she'd overheard about Blood flirting and it makes sense. All the same, she wait until she's completed her circuit of the room and checking on and dealing with the kids before speaking to him again. She keeps the table's length between them. ]
If I try to kill you, [ her voice is quiet ], and I go for your heart, I won't miss.