( the blade's prick is enough to keep him still. mavis makes her demand, and aristaeus' response is a soft, amused noise that's caught between a laugh and a scoff.
she can't be serious? yielding was never an option. )
Kill me, then.
( challenge hangs on the words like lace. he leans into the threat, skin dimpling beneath the knife tip. it's not enough to draw blood, not yet, but that could change. )
no subject
she can't be serious? yielding was never an option. )
Kill me, then.
( challenge hangs on the words like lace. he leans into the threat, skin dimpling beneath the knife tip. it's not enough to draw blood, not yet, but that could change. )
Because it's the only way I'll ever stop.