Her grin widens as she realizes that she has caught him off guard; how delightful to know that she isn't getting predictable.
"Tell me," she says, approaching him with that knife in hand, his blood marking the blade and her dark, dark skin. "Were I to ask you to do anything-- anything in the world-- would I find you suitably pliant to my whims and prepared to act as mine, body to my soul, flesh wrapped around my bone?"
She bears down on Foster, that knife again thrusting forward, this time piercing the skin and muscle of his chest and dragged across, drawing a red, shallow line across it, just enough to truly hurt.
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Date: 2017-10-21 05:52 am (UTC)"Tell me," she says, approaching him with that knife in hand, his blood marking the blade and her dark, dark skin. "Were I to ask you to do anything-- anything in the world-- would I find you suitably pliant to my whims and prepared to act as mine, body to my soul, flesh wrapped around my bone?"
She bears down on Foster, that knife again thrusting forward, this time piercing the skin and muscle of his chest and dragged across, drawing a red, shallow line across it, just enough to truly hurt.