Re: Mat & Ren || The Docks
Oh, but still she tried. She still tried when she was shaking in her pale skull, down the soft cut of her spine, thru her frozen limbs. Maybe even thru a bitter mewling of her throat, if one were paying close attention. Until even there was born a hot score of blood from her nose, that tumbled over the lope of her chin in a line that looked black out here in the gloomy dark, glistening. As previously mentioned, she was exquisitely stubborn. And in a rare moment of vulnerability, she might’ve even looked scared in the eyes, just for a second, before it was replaced by the usual rage and mischief. The tough act. She let go of him, coughed (or choked?) and leaned back into the water like a deranged Ophelia, floating and laughing.
“What a ride,” said she, in a secreted part of her planning how she’d be able to kill him now, if she needed to. That wasn’t the only thing she could do, but was that the only thing that he could do? “I haven’t been mindfucked like that since St. Ann’s street.”
Assuming this was her cue to exit, she started toward the edge of the dock, summoning her best Arya Stark to recite, “No one.” when he asked who the fuck she was. “Why the fuck would tell you anything! This would’ve been so much easier if you just went along with it!”