See. The problem with being told most of your life that your skills will never be good enough, in others questioning your capability, is that the sheer vehemence of your will shoots through the roof. They say you can't so you must and from that tiny little grin she gets the same measure from him.
Instead of anger, contempt, or whatever twisted feelings of guilt she couldn't quite grapple with she is flooded with absolute determination as she snatches up the knife once more. Her dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow and sharp giving way to that focus and it seems —
It seems she will not make the same mistake twice. She does not wait or linger and almost instanteously the knife slices through the air and stabs straight through the grape... Pinning it into the post behind it for just a second before it slices thoroughly in two before falling. For a moment, a brief blink and you'd miss it moment, there's the appearance of victory - a smile. Not at winning over the man, but the act himself. Then quickly, catching herself her mouth turns once more and she half glances away.
"Satisfied?" He cannot hear it, of course, but it's not difficult to take away the awkwardness - no, awkwardness. Like catching yourself doing something you're not supposed to, that's foreign. And she will not step down - it had been a fact her sister had took too long to learn.
"If you choose to challenge me, I will prove you wrong." Every time, she says without saying, like a cockroach - always rising back when you thought you've gotten the best of it. It was just an ironic twist of fate that it played into her hands this times.
[ When you're out here hoping for a critfail but then your character's spirit just says "no". Which is also fine! Because it moves the thread on in a different way... ]
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Instead of anger, contempt, or whatever twisted feelings of guilt she couldn't quite grapple with she is flooded with absolute determination as she snatches up the knife once more. Her dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow and sharp giving way to that focus and it seems —
It seems she will not make the same mistake twice. She does not wait or linger and almost instanteously the knife slices through the air and stabs straight through the grape... Pinning it into the post behind it for just a second before it slices thoroughly in two before falling. For a moment, a brief blink and you'd miss it moment, there's the appearance of victory - a smile. Not at winning over the man, but the act himself. Then quickly, catching herself her mouth turns once more and she half glances away.
"Satisfied?" He cannot hear it, of course, but it's not difficult to take away the awkwardness - no, awkwardness. Like catching yourself doing something you're not supposed to, that's foreign. And she will not step down - it had been a fact her sister had took too long to learn.
"If you choose to challenge me, I will prove you wrong." Every time, she says without saying, like a cockroach - always rising back when you thought you've gotten the best of it. It was just an ironic twist of fate that it played into her hands this times.
[ When you're out here hoping for a critfail but then your character's spirit just says "no". Which is also fine! Because it moves the thread on in a different way... ]