Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Rae had no idea what manner of man - or god - had been able to bind this man into chains, and to do so with ones that burned. It was curiosity, bright and naked as she looked over the length of the scarred tissue that was as similar to the loops of gold that lay on her own workbench. Whoever had done it had power, that much was clear. He let her move his hand, and she'd no doubt that was what it was, permission. She rather thought trying to move him would be like shoving against a wall, near impossible.
"So why make them? You didn't make these," and deliberately now - as she did everything, her fingertip caught the slightly-shiny flesh that demarked the chains that had once pressed there. It wasn't seduction but it was provocative, and Rae didn't mind if she had a room full of interest or a room lost to a television set playing sports. She glanced at her own glass, withdrew her hands to lift it.
"How is it ruined like this?" She'd no idea he was drawing comparisons, but Rae thought herself above them. "She's not my sister." She lifted the glass to her mouth.