BEXLEY BRIAR
Shame it’s only a bad knee you gave him. Bex raises an eyebrow at the girl in something like dry amusement, the same amusement that quirks her lips into a cool, catty smirk: if only Jaxis knew what else she gave him. How she struck fear into his heart, turning herself for that one fateful night into a feral animal that stalked the streets of Denocte with rabid intent, with a taste for blood that was sated, somehow, by the time the sun rose. If only she could explain that -
But something in her thinks that even if she did, Jaxis might not believe her.
Well, it seems we are very different people, then - A cool recklessness glitters in those blue eyes. I have friends in Denocte, never mind their running off into holes. There is a very obvious daring in there, a lecherous sort of tease that invites Jaxis to fight back, to push hard, to bare her teeth. It would at least make things interesting.
For all Bexley’s recent violence, it is still not really part of her. She is still more tactician than soldier, more the sword than the smile, and still she is more inclined to think and plan and calculate than she is to go rushing blindly into savagery. Her revenge - what’s left to be exacted - will be measured twice and cut once, and it will not fall flat.
@Jaxis <3
