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ᴀʀᴀɴᴇᴀ ♛ ʜɪɢʜᴡɪɴᴅ ([personal profile] merced) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-01-16 01:48 pm (UTC)

[ A few minutes ago, he slipped the man's (neither cheap nor expensive) watch into his back pocket. Aranea caught that little sleight of hand with the same sharp observation that's aided her survival these thirty long years. Now, she means to exploit it. Being threatened is nothing new or impressive. Being pinned like this - well, she's gotta be honest, it feels kind of nice. She can feel the muscle in his grip, imagines youth, but he's also backed up his boasts every step of the way.

It isn't boring, certainly. Which is why she decides to play another little game, all her own. Aranea tilts her head, just so, and her nose grazes his cheek briefly. That's incidental, a side effect, unintended, but it certainly can't hurt her purpose. Her expression isn't cowed, or tremulous. There's rather a glint of amusement in her eyes, a muted roguish curl to her lips. ]


What if regrets are what I'm lookin' for?

[ It's an easy act to slip into, one she hasn't had to employ in years. It wasn't necessary in the military, surely. The girl, self destructive, trying to be bad, deliberately getting herself lost in a dangerous alleyway. The fact that she looks younger than she is can only help.

At the same time, her hand moves inobtrusively and then dips, fingers slowly and deftly lifting the bespoke watch from his back pocket.

(... it’s such a stupid fucking line, though.) ]

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