[Lust watches her intently, her lips curled up in the beginning of a smile, and when the other woman strikes they finally make it all the way there. Her teeth are sharper than one would expect, vaguely serrated at the edges, which I have definitely never mentioned in a log with her before. She doesn't lean down to touch him--there are moments where she relishes that intimacy, but this isn't one of them--sending her nails shooting out to pierce him through the left palm instead. He shrieks.
Oh my god, Jesus, please--
Her expression hasn't changed a note.]
I told you to be quiet.
[With that, she holds her nails for another deliberately stretched-out moment, then twists, mangling the hand which was already half-ruined--the way she should have with the Colonel, but that was three years and a lifetime ago and she won't allow herself to think of it now.]
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Oh my god, Jesus, please--
Her expression hasn't changed a note.]
I told you to be quiet.
[With that, she holds her nails for another deliberately stretched-out moment, then twists, mangling the hand which was already half-ruined--the way she should have with the Colonel, but that was three years and a lifetime ago and she won't allow herself to think of it now.]
Now, are you going to listen to me?