#{kinda wanna see what would happen if she took a sneaky peak into his mind/emotions}

[bornofbloodandwater]

@envychosen​

“Long enough.” His smile is thin, the Eye of Sin blazing like a star from behind his sunglasses. He’s empty-handed, but that’s no reason to let down one’s guard. There’s a reason she was contacted about finally doing the infamous Dr. Thaddeus Sivana in. The magic he wields is not natural. It’s ancient, too, something that was locked away for centuries only to be shaken awake by the very same man who has let it carve him into something different. Something...more.

“I don’t know you,” he comments, lips pursed tightly. She has the body of an athlete- a living machine, honed by combat and training. He sees it in her stance, sees it in the way her eyes are laser-focused. He wonders briefly if someone from his H.I.V.E. days has finally decided he’s too much of a liability and want him out of the picture. This is no superhero, which suggests...yes. This must be the woman he’d received the information on. The one Lexcorp wants dead. While he’d usually shrug off Luthor, this request was too intriguing to ignore.

Well. No time for that now. He reaches up, removes his sunglasses, reveals the Eye fully. The glasses are tucked neatly into a pocket, and his arm drops again. His hands curl into neat fists, punching the air downwards. Blue sparks erupt from them, his magic awakening. Those sensitive to such things might notice seven passengers looming behind that human face. He has remarkable control to have not lost himself to their whispers yet.

“You may try,” he says. “But I dare say you won’t enjoy the outcome.”

Running two fingers along the flat of her blade. The blood of a man, whose corpse now plummets the 18 stories below, is flicked to the cement like water from the eyes. A tilting smile at the crystalline hum that the action creates. He had attacked first. Not that it matters, she’d have been rid of him, regardless.

        Dr. Thaddeus Sivana. Of course, he does not know her. Xiomara does not grace the comment with an answer. In a world of fame empowered imbeciles, there is only more cover for her to slink beneath. “Τολμάς όντως. Υποτιμήστε με σε κίνδυνο, γιατρέ.” The predator huffs, the match is struck. The concept of a gentle pool arises around her. No water to speak of. Yet, the strands of hair that are not tied away and the looser drapes of her clothing, float contentedly. Suspended in her own magic.

Nodding to the glasses he folds away. “Saint Laurent?” With a deceptively gentle flick of the wrist in his direction, thin blades sail towards each of his balled fists. A test more so than a concerted effort. There is no urgency in her approach. Closing the gap, swords materialising in hand. Watchful eyes absorbing every detail they can manage.