BEXLEY BRIAR
There is a point in which they will cross the line from annoyance to danger, and Bex is expecting it with a nauseating mixture of excitement and unpreparedness. Just one wrong word, one side-step, and the energy will change. The world will stop. The scents of Denocte will dissipate, leaving them in a vacuum of anger and mutual dislike. The night will grow blacker and blacker.
It’s something she’s orchestrated tens of time, and yet she still looks to it with hidden anxiety. For all her smart talk and catty smiles she is still smaller and weaker than Acton, and besides that, more alone here, nevermind the Shadow King’s love for her. It cannot stretch this far - to the path they are walking now, gravel that descends to dirt, to moss, to empty forest smelling of blood, pockmarked in places with bones and molted feathers.
A shiver races up her spine. Acton’s voice sounds through the cold air, and there it is, the change, the spark, the electricity that crackles suddenly and painfully.
Ohhhh, Bexley laughs. Honey. Over her shoulder she throws him a pitying smile, one that reeks of derisiveness, and the glimmer in her eyes is something carnal and uncontained. Just cause I don’t want to fuck you doesn’t mean I’m uptight, just means I have standards - she giggles then, a low, sultry thing that would seem seductive in any other position - if the Denoctians love you, it’s because their options are limited. Her tail snaps against his chest for one quick moment, and then she’s unbothered again, flouncing down the mountainside in a flurry of hair and golden skin, all jewels and fire in the darkness.
Let him come after her, his gunshots and silver knives - for now she feels untouchable, buzzing with energy, with adrenaline, with boundless overconfidence.
@acton <3
