elektra natchios (skyblack) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-13 19:12:00 |
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“You’ll be glad to know the horse room’s taken, anyway,” Elektra said, when footfalls on the industrial tile alerted her to Tom’s arrival. She perched on the windowsill, one booted foot dangling and the other pressed against the wall to steady her. Haughty, in every sense. The ledge was narrow, the kind of perch a cat might prefer - a cat or an Elektra, whose fingers were empty of cigarettes ever since Geralt had stolen her lighter and which instead now drummed a few discordant notes against the windowpane. That she hadn’t yet shattered it out of sheer boredom was a miracle. Then again, the day was young and her new mentee might prove tiresome. “Pity. I thought I might persuade you after all.” Lies, all lies. There were limits, albeit few, to how low she’d sink in her campaign to annoy and provoke. She didn’t need a special venue to achieve either. After all, Xian had done a great job of it right here in the kitchen. Not that Elektra was thinking about her. The jagged, uneven strands where she had sliced off her braid were barely noticeable. |