[ not even enough time to get out her objections before he smooths them over, his voice part whisper and part lull. the heart of her continues to insist on obstinance; logic and assorted body parts dazzled by pain begrudgingly convince her otherwise, watching him trek deeper into the abode with an insolent sort of disbelief. she grits her teeth and claims a cushion on the floor, deeming it something one might be less concerned about getting stained in blood. ]
[ with a vampire living here, hard to say how much of it these sands have seen. ]
You sure you're not just trying to get in my pants? [ delivered sly and bratty but it's hollow, like she doesn't believe it either — another attempt at wrestling leverage, to knock him off-rhythm. twisting to sit on her good side, she presents the outer thigh that had taken the blow; the cuts have spliced her repurposed military slacks open big and garish, leaving them accessible to treatment with a little maneuvering or tearing. she'll decide later if she should put them to the stitch or flame. ]
...Live alone out here? [ how quickly she reaches for another distraction. ]
no subject
[ with a vampire living here, hard to say how much of it these sands have seen. ]
You sure you're not just trying to get in my pants? [ delivered sly and bratty but it's hollow, like she doesn't believe it either — another attempt at wrestling leverage, to knock him off-rhythm. twisting to sit on her good side, she presents the outer thigh that had taken the blow; the cuts have spliced her repurposed military slacks open big and garish, leaving them accessible to treatment with a little maneuvering or tearing. she'll decide later if she should put them to the stitch or flame. ]
...Live alone out here? [ how quickly she reaches for another distraction. ]