[Daemon scoffs, his gaze flicking away to some absent corner of the room before landing back on her. Clearly she's finally landed a nerve somewhere deep and buried, sobering him briefly to the stupidity of his own actions. Dragging to surface a thought, a conversation not so long passed. He shouldn't be surprised, she's been full of all sorts of boldness today. Had she not said some of the things she did, he probably wouldn't be here.]
I take no pleasure in that. [ He draws his attention back to her with a tip of his jaw that seems to set his body into motion. Lifting from his place against the wall with the same careless saunter, but with a tinge of petulance as it's not the words he's been waiting for. Still, she's managed to get her way - in some way - for him to relent. ]
Nyke kesΔ«r naejot tepagon ao nykeΔ geros ilas. [He speaks as though explaining something obvious and overly simplified, expression nonplussed. Closing in the space between them without any sense of urgency. Treading a sort of carefulness in the same way he chooses his words. As if saying the wrong thing, moving the wrong way, might provoke her to strike.
It's not as though he is not also broiling underneath. It shows in the subtle way he fixes his jaw, fingertips pinching at his sides. It's all control. There's no hiding it in his eyes and the way they dance over her, chin gradually dipping down and further down to maintain her level as he draws closer. His voice grows velvety and quiet, unable to escape what space is left between them. ] Skorkydoso ao jaelagon naejot jiΕragon ziry iksos isse aΕha ondos.
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I take no pleasure in that. [ He draws his attention back to her with a tip of his jaw that seems to set his body into motion. Lifting from his place against the wall with the same careless saunter, but with a tinge of petulance as it's not the words he's been waiting for. Still, she's managed to get her way - in some way - for him to relent. ]
Nyke kesΔ«r naejot tepagon ao nykeΔ geros ilas. [He speaks as though explaining something obvious and overly simplified, expression nonplussed. Closing in the space between them without any sense of urgency. Treading a sort of carefulness in the same way he chooses his words. As if saying the wrong thing, moving the wrong way, might provoke her to strike.
It's not as though he is not also broiling underneath. It shows in the subtle way he fixes his jaw, fingertips pinching at his sides. It's all control. There's no hiding it in his eyes and the way they dance over her, chin gradually dipping down and further down to maintain her level as he draws closer. His voice grows velvety and quiet, unable to escape what space is left between them. ] Skorkydoso ao jaelagon naejot jiΕragon ziry iksos isse aΕha ondos.