M A N O N
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Her opalescent eyes watched the pair keenly through the downpour, her own skin slick with the storms tears. The water pressed each silken hair down to cling to every edge of her razor-boned body, revealing her slender frame with it's knotted muscles — lean and capable, but also lovely and elegant. Manon, The Ballerina Assassin. Her velveteen lips curved coolly at the memory of the title, gifted to her by Helovian's whom had no real idea of her history or her birthright. All they had known was the weapon she had become.
Her step was fluid and easy as she approached the pair, running a practiced eye over both bodies in appreciation. The woman was a warrior in the classic sense of the word — muscular, scarred... holding herself as if ready for anything, as if the storm that roiled around them pumped through her very blood. Wrath hardened her lips, justice limned her muscular body, scars whispered of the evils she had conquered.
Delightful.
She was beautiful, too. In her own way. While some might have overlooked a woman who held such capable, controlled fury, Manon could not help but to feel a sensual appreciation for the strength that lay so obviously underneath her skin.
The boy, though...
He was lost. A great weariness emanated through the rage of the storm, an inescapable heaviness that settled upon his damp shoulders like a cloak. He was handsome — his lashes long and curling, his skin dark and slick against the natural strength of him, but perhaps more attractive than that was the subtlety to him. He didn't look arrogant or over-bearing, and though the razor boned girl didn't take to men as easily as she did to women, she found herself uncharacteristically interested in the soft spoken bay. She did like broken things.
The storm covered the sound of her arrival, though Manon doubted much would escape the fierce-eyed woman.
"Room for a third?"
Came her purr of a voice, lower and huskier than most expected. It was beautiful, still, but revealed Manon to be something more than she appeared if anyone had the sense to listen. Most got stuck on her razor-boned face or the curl of her silver lashes, too engaged with the elegant beauty of her to consider her a threat.
@Calliope @Asterion hope you don't mind me jumping in! Also apologies for this post, still working out Manon on Novus!
Her step was fluid and easy as she approached the pair, running a practiced eye over both bodies in appreciation. The woman was a warrior in the classic sense of the word — muscular, scarred... holding herself as if ready for anything, as if the storm that roiled around them pumped through her very blood. Wrath hardened her lips, justice limned her muscular body, scars whispered of the evils she had conquered.
Delightful.
She was beautiful, too. In her own way. While some might have overlooked a woman who held such capable, controlled fury, Manon could not help but to feel a sensual appreciation for the strength that lay so obviously underneath her skin.
The boy, though...
He was lost. A great weariness emanated through the rage of the storm, an inescapable heaviness that settled upon his damp shoulders like a cloak. He was handsome — his lashes long and curling, his skin dark and slick against the natural strength of him, but perhaps more attractive than that was the subtlety to him. He didn't look arrogant or over-bearing, and though the razor boned girl didn't take to men as easily as she did to women, she found herself uncharacteristically interested in the soft spoken bay. She did like broken things.
The storm covered the sound of her arrival, though Manon doubted much would escape the fierce-eyed woman.
"Room for a third?"
Came her purr of a voice, lower and huskier than most expected. It was beautiful, still, but revealed Manon to be something more than she appeared if anyone had the sense to listen. Most got stuck on her razor-boned face or the curl of her silver lashes, too engaged with the elegant beauty of her to consider her a threat.
@Calliope @Asterion hope you don't mind me jumping in! Also apologies for this post, still working out Manon on Novus!
