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Sofia Martelli (bound_sofia) wrote in bound_rp,

"To me, only in that she made you." A large part of her agreed with Valerian and his crew. The rage that she displayed in the conference room the night of the confrontation had been enough to confirm that belief. None should be that powerful, and that unstable. Knowing just how dangerously close her words were getting to treason, Sofia bit her tongue, for even the fountains could have ears.

Her head shook, the tips of her fingers dipping down to glide across the cool water. "Whatever we wanted to be. Sire and Progeny. Companions." Lovers. Mates. It was the closest that she would ever get to stating the depth of her feelings. She didn't need rings or vows or even any soft of commitment. She certainly wasn't capable of reciprocating such a thing. But if there was that one special person in the world to make someone complete, hers would be the man sitting in that chair, smoking that cigarette.

Unable to do that which she wished to, Sofia waited for the cigarette to be between his lips. Reaching out, she took it between her own fingertips, the pads of the digits pressing against that which she wanted to kiss. "I'm still convinced you'd be rather fond of a Pikachu, Captain," she murmured. Her stare fixed on his features, she pressed the tips of the same fingers to her own mouth and held them there for a long moment before the cigarette was placed between.

Inhaling deeply, she held her breathe as held out the smoke in return. When another drag was taken, he would discover a thin coating of her blood around the filter - it was a trick she had long ago mastered, and yet now it held a completely different connotation. "You know the answer to that already, G..."