[ Even as his hand seizes hold of her arm, it's not terror she feels: it's excitement, natural-born and mask-exacerbated.
Petite as she is, no muscle-bound predator suits her. Nothing that surges and courses and tears apart its prey with raw might represents the simmering danger within her; not when patience, opportunity and cleverness has won her every life she's taken before. Mia goes with the throw, her muscles softening like a drunken soul, leaving her able to tumble and roll over herself without taking too much pain unto her little figure. She writhes like a serpent, her face half-hidden by a black domino-style mask that might look plenty "superheroic" to a guy like Homelander, and lands herself on all fours. Toes tucked below her shins, fingers splayed on the ground.
An eagle, against an ermine. Both predators, but the fact that he'd be feasting on her in the wilds does not escape her. ( It excites her, actually. ) ]
— of course I did. You're great to look at. Tasted just as good, too.
[ There's little reason to lie, in this place. She really did miss him, even if she'd played him a fool and twisted him to her will with a kiss. Hide a few things, yeah. But lie? It's not like she's pursuing someone's life for her dark, murderous goddess and having to pull out all the stops. Slowly, she begins to rise from the ground, and briefly, the shadows beneath her tremble like plucked strings. ]
Are you mad at me? Or do you want to make this round two?
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Petite as she is, no muscle-bound predator suits her. Nothing that surges and courses and tears apart its prey with raw might represents the simmering danger within her; not when patience, opportunity and cleverness has won her every life she's taken before. Mia goes with the throw, her muscles softening like a drunken soul, leaving her able to tumble and roll over herself without taking too much pain unto her little figure. She writhes like a serpent, her face half-hidden by a black domino-style mask that might look plenty "superheroic" to a guy like Homelander, and lands herself on all fours. Toes tucked below her shins, fingers splayed on the ground.
An eagle, against an ermine. Both predators, but the fact that he'd be feasting on her in the wilds does not escape her. ( It excites her, actually. ) ]
— of course I did. You're great to look at. Tasted just as good, too.
[ There's little reason to lie, in this place. She really did miss him, even if she'd played him a fool and twisted him to her will with a kiss. Hide a few things, yeah. But lie? It's not like she's pursuing someone's life for her dark, murderous goddess and having to pull out all the stops. Slowly, she begins to rise from the ground, and briefly, the shadows beneath her tremble like plucked strings. ]
Are you mad at me? Or do you want to make this round two?