[a deeper, more sinister and vile shape inside of saber brightens up his features. got her. he gives her the upper hand, not looking down on but upon her as a holy being, mouth parting into an easy smile. not daring to encroach the way he'd like to, his hungry eyes admire her glistening skin and how the scar enhances her features.]
Don't you dare.
[teasing, right where he wants to be and where she wants him, cupping water to carefully pour over her hair. hands, as violent as they can be, offer an experienced delicateness when running through her hair. not too soft, not too hard. he lingers at her scalp, long fingers combing strands away from her face.]
I do, [cheerful, like she's got something on him.] not on my own, though. Gotta take from someone else.
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Don't you dare.
[teasing, right where he wants to be and where she wants him, cupping water to carefully pour over her hair. hands, as violent as they can be, offer an experienced delicateness when running through her hair. not too soft, not too hard. he lingers at her scalp, long fingers combing strands away from her face.]
I do, [cheerful, like she's got something on him.] not on my own, though. Gotta take from someone else.