Severine
- Masterful Virgin -
how much do you know about fear?
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Post by Severine on Apr 17, 2014 12:36:22 GMT -5
It suited him to take his time lighting her cigarette, but there was clearly something else in it, that he should take his time to focus. She'd learned as a very young girl to observe men and their behaviors closely, and she'd spent too long with him to unlearn her familiarity with his. It was unsafe to know them, but it would have been unsafe not to.
She tilted her head up, smoking drifting from her mouth when she spoke. She felt like a volcano, helpless on the verge of eruption, no way to know when it would be her time.
"You know I don't know the details of the operation - I go where you point," she said. It wasn't information he didn't already know, and stating the obvious had a clear point: Severine was capable, but he entrusted her with very little of his specific plans, possibly because he never put very many eggs in one basket.
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Post by Silva on Apr 17, 2014 22:43:19 GMT -5
For a moment he paused, chewing on the ragged paper edge of the match.
"So if I asked you to take charge of the matter, you'd do it, of course."
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Severine
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how much do you know about fear?
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Post by Severine on Apr 18, 2014 12:24:17 GMT -5
"Of course," she echoed.
There was something almost boyish in that gesture, and her chest tightened, but she did her all not to show it.
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Post by Silva on Apr 18, 2014 14:33:52 GMT -5
He smiled thinly, an unfolding of cold approval that bared teeth.
"Very good."
(One of his hands fell to her leg, not with any particular intent but not gropingly either. She was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.)
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Severine
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how much do you know about fear?
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Post by Severine on Apr 18, 2014 15:16:48 GMT -5
The teeth she was seeing weren't his - at least not the ones he was born with. They were as much a part of him as Severine's clothing, her cosmetics, were now a part of her. The thigh he was resting his warm hand on usually boasted a gun; she felt uneasy without it now, and though she knew he would not mind her wearing it in his presence, displaying that vulnerability to him would have humiliated her.
"Even not yet knowing what it is."
It was easier to prompt him into telling her that way, with almost humorous commentary, than by actually asking. She didn't dispute his judgment in having her do it, and she didn't think he expected her to either.
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