[ The whisper slips across her skin, deep and penetrating enough to scrape against her very bones. It sends a sharp jolt up her spine. She twists her head, disdain apparent on her face as it twists into a scowl. If her hair falls just right, he can see the tips of Morozova's collar break through her skin around her neck. ]
A noose.
[ She repeats it, spits it out like acid, her voice thick a simmering rage. All the ire in the world doesn't change the fact that she is the one with a collar around her neck. Who knew being strangled by the strings of fate could feel so... literal.
But of course, she cannot call the light. She makes a bold and rash calculation that it must also mean he cannot call the shadows. Equals, instead of having her strings pulled like a puppet, instead of a chess master and a pawn through a hilarious twist in the cosmic order.
!!!!!
A noose.
[ She repeats it, spits it out like acid, her voice thick a simmering rage. All the ire in the world doesn't change the fact that she is the one with a collar around her neck. Who knew being strangled by the strings of fate could feel so... literal.
But of course, she cannot call the light. She makes a bold and rash calculation that it must also mean he cannot call the shadows. Equals, instead of having her strings pulled like a puppet, instead of a chess master and a pawn through a hilarious twist in the cosmic order.
She turns fully to face him. ]
Perhaps one I am meant to use on you.