treacherous-inferno inquired: She wasn't inexperienced in the art of dismissing cold, and arrogant fools. Her approach to dealing with him said that much, and it was practically maddening. If he succumbed to his bout of insanity, he would have looked to grasp at her throat, simply to choke an apology out from her being. Instead, he could only grasp at his sword, and hold against it until he knew said hand would be sore. "Do not presume my words to be impotent. I will not be smothered by apathy."
He was right in that aspect as she continued on her quest to further dampen his mood. If she’d known before that this sort of method would work she would’ve done son eons ago. As much as she wished to smirk and gloat he was still there and her joy would only open the door to more opportunities on his end.
She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I think I’ll have
chicken for dinner.”
Fingers continued to be her item of choice as they were dusted against her chest, thoughts on her later plans becoming a vocal mumble to block out his words.
Posted On: February 6, 2014 at 23:19pm
