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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
For all her confidence Bexley can’t help pausing before the question is asked - tongue glued to the roof of her mouth, those indigo eyes searching Leviathan’s face earnestly - the whole thing is just so stupid, so much more juvenile than she’d like to appear, and yet here she falters, for this is the only area of knowledge she finds herself lacking in. She’s smart enough to recognize her weakness when she sees it. And what kind of strategist would she be if she didn’t work to remedy it?
The look on his face as he talks makes Bexley’s heart thrill in her chest. What’s on your mind? She grins back at him, all teeth, and tilts her head. It’s a calculated move. Every bit of the way she acts is purposeful, is planned ahead, so that the way that she looks at him - up through her lashes, curls swept to the side, danger glimmering in those eyes - is nothing but playful extravagance, so thoroughly covering her inner mechanisms it would be unsettling if anyone knew about it. She thinks this will appeal to him, is going off her best guesses. Someone kittenish, determined, only as afraid of him as she would be of some desert rattlesnake. Which is to say, not much.
Don’t laugh, she starts, with an unserious raise of the eyebrows, one that shows she’s not really afraid of what he’ll answer. A sheepish smile plays over her lips. I need to learn how to fight. I… she inhales, sputters out a laugh. Have a big mouth, and not too much to back it up with. You obviously know your shit - she rakes an appreciative glance up and down his scars and hums thoughtfully. I’m a quick learner. Definitely enthusiastic.
@Leviathan <33
