I see you still haven't learned your worth. Warming stones and silk sheets are always necessities. Do not settle for less.
[ i should have figured you'd like the hunt. it's a truth that welds itself to her bones, thrumming and heavy. she has been vicious in her hunt for recognition — the right to earned power and prestige. if the world would not acknowledge her worth, she would seize it herself — bleed for it, battle for it, snap it up into her jaws until none could thieve it from her again. she wills the thought away, but the thrill of clawing into alina —
it remains, a rush of heady adrenaline storming in her veins. ]
No. A warning. Why hunt willing prey? I prefer to toy with mine. You sound like you want to be played with, Starkov.
The most stubborn of spirits can still be broken. All it takes is a skilled hand. One that knows when to withhold pleasure, and when to offer it as a gift. I'll enjoy taming yours.
[ not breaking it, no. zoya's own spirit is too indomitable, too fanged and too savage, not to be called to that same wildness in another soul. ]
An easy challenge is neither worth my precious effort or my valuable time. Do you doubt my ability, zaika? Or are you so desperate for punishment tonight? Is little Alina tired of being treated like delicate glass? Go on then, if that's your plan. I do love having an excuse to leave you bruised and sore.
It is rather odd isn't it? They expect saints to be precious, meek things and then ask them to carry out their vengeance. Praise the saints' bravery as if they actually had a choice. They absolve themselves because they have distance from their seat in the pews.
So no, Zoya. I don't doubt you. You don't hide what you want behind a more convenient lie. You own it.
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do u mean zoya "thirst trap" nazyalensky
Warming stones and silk sheets are always necessities. Do not settle for less.
[ i should have figured you'd like the hunt. it's a truth that welds itself to her bones, thrumming and heavy. she has been vicious in her hunt for recognition — the right to earned power and prestige. if the world would not acknowledge her worth, she would seize it herself — bleed for it, battle for it, snap it up into her jaws until none could thieve it from her again. she wills the thought away, but the thrill of clawing into alina —
it remains, a rush of heady adrenaline storming in her veins. ]
No. A warning.
Why hunt willing prey? I prefer to toy with mine.
You sound like you want to be played with, Starkov.
no subject
I'm good at running.
Hiding.
Being invisible.
And if you happen to catch me, I've been told I'm stubborn.
no subject
One that knows when to withhold pleasure, and when to offer it as a gift.
I'll enjoy taming yours.
[ not breaking it, no. zoya's own spirit is too indomitable, too fanged and too savage, not to be called to that same wildness in another soul. ]
An easy challenge is neither worth my precious effort or my valuable time. Do you doubt my ability, zaika?
Or are you so desperate for punishment tonight? Is little Alina tired of being treated like delicate glass?
Go on then, if that's your plan. I do love having an excuse to leave you bruised and sore.
no subject
They expect saints to be precious, meek things and then ask them to carry out their vengeance.
Praise the saints' bravery as if they actually had a choice.
They absolve themselves because they have distance from their seat in the pews.
So no, Zoya. I don't doubt you.
You don't hide what you want behind a more convenient lie.
You own it.