#promptsanswered

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

How would she react if Kal’ren died?

It didn't feel right.

Like many cases tied with criminals and the like, funerals fell upon the family to fund and coordinate. But there was nothing outside a brief eulogy to commemorate the death of Kal'ren Daelish.

Allasticus had become distant since the news, which had... surprised her. And her father, Adonis - didn't really seem to want to show his face either. Restless and feeling unsated with the loss, she would have appealed to the majordomo for answers, but she didn't know if that's where she was intended to look.

Aimlessly, she walked through the estate, seeming to take the day slowly as her surroundings opened up more than usual. She felt small again, and the house felt vastly larger. The uncanny semblance to a memory forgotten forced her steps to halt as she was standing by the backdoor to the courtyard.

Music:

A rumble from thunder growled in greeting as rain had been mourning the sun-touched grass beneath it. Idly, she stood, unable to convince herself to proceed further into the estate. Something compelled her to go outside and eventually she would concede before briskly exiting the doors. Rain fell all around her and the guards posted outside. To which, the men on post glanced to her before she moved down the stone steps towards the ill-repaired landscaping. Some things had been kept in orders, but others the Patriarch hadn't seen to restoring since the attack during the Third War.

It felt like she was treading through memory lane, without any idea what those moments meant to her. And then she was at a spot she never anticipated to arrive at. A lone swing hung from a high branch of one of the trees. It idly swayed from the oppressive force of falling rain and whirling air. But it felt as though the swing wanted to be secured and kept close to her. Hesitantly, she brought a hand up as fingers curled around the worn and fraying rope to keep it from swaying.

It stayed in her grip, as the rain continued to pour down against her.

Children's laughter surfaced gradually as her surroundings began to fall away. She was no longer in the place in the rain. Instead, she was seeing the estate with gleaming eyes and pleasant weather. Before her a boy tumbled out onto the grass after leaping from the swing she had been holding. He tumbled again before eventually rolling onto his back groaning from the landing.

Her own laughter escaped her as she rushed over to his side to see if he was still having fun playing. But it was when his eyes opened, and that smile was seen fully within her mind that she remembered him.

A sudden heart-seizing grief struck her, forcing her to fall to her knees in the grass as she held the wet rope of the swing. Uncontrollable sobbing forcing her to mourn over the death of her best friend and playmate.

"Kal'ren... I'm so sorry." She said in between choking sobs as her other hand strained to grip at the wet grass for support.

(( THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY AGAIN :'( @kalren-daelish Mentions: @allasticus & @grumpyoldfker ))

[hyperionswrath--archived]

[Stare]

"Seeing anything interesting, Princess?"

His voice was low,  no need to speak up in the library, the respective Garden students always keeping an eye so people would keep quiet. Not that he cared much, if he did speak up, he'd tell off whoever came for him and put them on his list.

In Seifer's eyes, the Disciplinary Committee stood above the rest. He was lounging at one of the tables, feet propped up on the same, ankles crossed while he had been indulging in reading his favorite book - The Sorceress' Knight. At least until the impertinent staring from across the room had irked him so much he'd slipped his index finger between the pages and flipped the book shut, marking where he stopped.

"Dunno how manners are where you're from but I've been taught starin' is impolite." Of course, he was just trying to get under her skin here, simply because she dared to annoy him. Quirking a brow at her, he sent a meaningful look, then turned his attention back, one hand absentmindedly lifting so his gloved fingertips could brush over the scar she had been staring at, the leather coarse against the slightly more sensitive skin between his eyebrows.

[loyalrage--archived]

“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” / rytir

@rytir

Most people had always found the way Fujin communicated challenging. To put it simple. Her decidedly curt way to state her opinion, usually with no more than one word, was enough to make instructors despair, leaving fellow students frustrated and strangers - well, strangers often simply made haste to get away from her as far and as quick as possible.

Seifer however had mostly been annoyed, at least in the beginning. Whenever she answered his questions with decisive one-word-answers, he’d click his tongue in impatience, often followed by an exasperated (and honestly boring) monologue about how people usually talked and that she should abide by society's rules. 

Yet, Fujin was a stubborn woman and after a while (gaining the tall blond’s trust and friendship having been the biggest step) he even started to try and make sense of what she was saying. Hyne, sometimes she even believed he was close to understanding her as well as Raijin did, maybe better even.

So when they walked along Balamb beach that day, she was sure he could already tell that the gears in her head were turning from the way her fingers fidgeted, never really resting. They had been back for months now, but had never spoken much since. Or spend time together, for that matter. Everything had changed since that hyne-bedamned war ended and left even their friendship in shatters. Something she decidedly wanted to mend.

Halting then, she huffed, her whole body tense and rigid, hands balled into fists as she stared up at the ex-knight with her ruby eye, something intense shimmering beneath the usually hard and forbidding surface. Her mouth twisted slightly, grimacing, as if the words she was choosing carefully now tasted bitter. Finally, her shoulders relaxed as the silver-haired woman averted her gaze.

“APOLOGY.” It wasn’t that she had any problem with apologizing to Seifer - she even felt it was in order. However, the way he had looked at her when she left him to Leonhart’s devices haunted her ever since.

A scoff sounded from the tall blond then. “Don’t,” he spoke lowly, barely audible over the crashing of nearby waves. “It’s better to expect disappointment.” At that, her gaze shot upward again, a painful pang in her chest at the dismissive words countering her try to mend what had been broken. “Should’ve known Garden got y’all under it’s thumbs, really,” he continued, pouring more salt into the wound.

Fujin’s jaw set then as a by now familiar feeling of helplessness threatened to creep up and settle in her gut. She hated it. Her form was now shaking, both from suppressed anger and hurt, her being unable to find a release for both. “NEGATIVE,” she finally pressed out, almost choking on the word. Why couldn’t he see that both her and Rai had done what they did because they weren’t able to reach him anymore? 

Maybe, if she broke her resolve and habit to use more words by way of explaining, Seifer would understand?

But before the thought could truly settle in her mind, let alone her being able to think of something more worthy to say, the ex-knight had turned around swiftly to leave her standing there, heading back to the town.

[daemonarmor--archived]

Am I doing this right?

Huffing his amusement, Titus looked over one shoulder when Ulric’s voice reached him. Taking a moment to observe the way his Glaive was holding the sword, shaking his head and stepping over to adjust the way the man held the weapon. “It’s different than wielding Kukris. Think of the sword as an extension to your arm,” he explained, taking a step back to demonstrate again.

Knowing Nyx to be an avid learner, he wasn’t too worried the man would pick up on his queues. However, just as clear did it seem that Daggers and Kukris were the better choice for him, given his nimble fighting style.

[bloodredrebel]

🤙for my muse to bump into yours - happy for a thread if you are, whatever takes your fancy. Johnny needs more love!

Nonverbal RP Starters -- accepting

(YES gladly my boy needs all the LUVVV <3 )

It had been another slow night at the Seventh Heaven. Slow as in: Lots of people idling around, chatting about their daily business, work, families, and the general state of their home, namely the Slums. Johnny had heard it all by now, and for one, it bored the crap out of him. Also, it made him unreasonably angry. Always a rebel at heart, he had stopped questioning the obedience and acceptance of the people down under the big Pizza long ago. Sure, there were scattered rebels here and there, and there was AVALANCHE, but other than that? The populace was scared to rise up and it was maddening to see it.

He'd been sitting in his usual corner of the bar, combat boots on the table, beer in hand, cigarettes galore, his gaze wandering but always returning to the beautiful woman behind the counter. Whenever it did, a little smile tugged on his lips. He'd always taken a fancy to Tifa, and he wasn't very subtle about it. By now though, it had become more of a friendly back and forth banter with them, Johnny realizing that the woman's attention always wandered elsewhere. Namely to the blond he knew from their place of birth.

Whatever intrigued her so much about Spikey, it was something he could not compete with. Maybe Johnny was a bit too rough around the edges, or it was the fact that he had not made it to SOLDIER, unlike the blond. He had given up taking the details apart at some point, contenting himself with admiring Tifa from afar and, when the chance presented itself, complimenting her viciously. He loved seeing her smile or do that little laugh she graced him with then.

Heaving a heavy sigh, the redhead shifted his feet to the ground after downing the rest of his umpteenth beer, unsteadily getting to his feet. He was clad in his usual ripped dark jeans, an oversized white tank, and his studded leather jacket decorated with multiple patches. A punk at heart he had always been, and a punk he'd stay. There wasn't much else he could do down here anyway but booze the night away, sleep in late, and occasionally put his fighting skills, however small in comparison to his former comrades they were, to use by earning him a couple of Gils for besting some monsters coming too close to their homes.

Right now, however, the only thing he had to best was the blurriness of his vision as he stalked across the room to get to the toilet. Stumbling along, he somehow made it safely to the men's room, winking a little awkwardly at Tifa on the way there.

When finished, he made his way to the bar, accidentally bumping into someone as he leaned against the counter. "Whoops, s'cuuuse me!", he mumbled, eyes transfixed on the beauty to gesture her with raised index- and middle finger that he wanted another beer.

[dreamshiftr]

“You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the Crownsguard.”

Terrible First Meeting Starters -- accepting 

“S-sorry ‘bout that!” Fenneq jumped a little when the ravenhaired individual snapped at him, threatening to call upon the local protectors of the royal family. He might even have paled a little around the nose at the thought of having been too rash.

“I uhm... just...”, he made a vague gesture with one hand in the general direction of the other, a bashful smile ghosting nervous features. “You... seemed kind of familiar? I didn’t mean to offend.”

Quite frankly, the stranger didn’t seem just kind of familiar at all to him, although he couldn’t place the feeling. Also, looking at him felt a little like looking in a distroted mirror?

Feeling sheepish for not having spoken up earlier, he shifted from one foot to the other, hand now brushing his own dark strands out of his eyes as he tried to gauge just how much he might have offended the other. Trying for a more confident smile then, he took a little step closer. “We don’t perhaps know each other from somewhere?”

[hyperionswrath--archived]

👾

Muse skillset symbol meme -- accepting

Admittedly, there is not much spare time for him to really devote himself to video games with his duty as Kingsglaive and other interests in place. However, he does indulge in it occasionally. He has a definite preference to playing Dark Souls games, and if only to proove to himself that he can beat the damn thing. He’s not very good at it and the game mechanic as such surely isn’t suited his short fused temper either, causing him to go through a lot of broken controllers.

[hyperionswrath--archived]

@angeledwings​:  🎤 + How much Seifer can bench c:

Send a 🎤 + something to talk about and I’ll make voice recording of myself talking about it. - accepting

[hyperionswrath--archived]

Look into my eyes

I see:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You’re:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

[hyperionswrath--archived]

All I want to do to you is tie you to a chair and tease you slowly making you writhe under my touch before I take off your pants and tease your cock with my tongue just before you cum though I gently play with your balls and when you do cum I clean your cock with my tongue and swallow your cum.

“Someone’s being thirsty as all fuck, huh?” He’s rather amused at the notion someone thinks he will allow them to tie him up (begging the question - how come so many people recently have that perception of him? Fuck if he knows...)

[hyperionswrath--archived]

🌍 — knowledge of the world

Muse skillset symbol meme -- accepting

Seifer has seen a lot of the world. Born in Niflheim to a mother that did not want him, he was brought to an Orphanage in Accordo, where he stayed until he was six years old. He was then taken in by a military academy in Leide, specialized in raising, teaching and training children to send them to battle or mercenary missions as young as age 16. Failing his final field exam at age 19 for the second time, a myriad of bad decisions and complicated circumstances drove him back into the arms of the Niflheim Empire where he fought and was later captured as a war criminal by the Crowns Guard. He has been living in the Crown city for ten years since then. Given the many missions he and his fellow Glaives are send to, seeing much of the world is also a given. Still, he has never been particularily interested in the world and what it has to offer him. All he has known was abandonment, failure and fighting. Thus, he might not be as well-versed about traditions of other countries as you would expect.

[hyperionswrath--archived]

papers

nsfw prompt list

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting Somehow, things had taken a weird turn. Initially, Seifer had sought out the Marshal to hand in the latest reports (overdue, of course, and after having been reminded at least three times by the stoic man), knuckles rapping on the man's door in the Citadel. He didn't come here often and also did not relate many positive memories with the place, which was one reason he appeared to be tardy all the time.

However, the Marshal seemed to be in good spirits, quite literally, as he offered the tall blond some of his seemingly never-ceasing supply of Galahdian Whiskey once he spied the disgruntled look on Seifer's face. A brief discussion of the latest mission followed, Cor being his usual, stoic self - with the exception of a certain shimmer in his eyes that wasn't lost to the blond, who however did not know where to place the expression.

Thas was, until they both stood in front of the Marshal's desk, intel and his report spread out next to a map when their shoulders brushed up against each other. Seifer didn't realize it at first until the touch lingered. Glancing at the Marshal from the corner of his eyes, he then quirked an inquisitive brow at the man. He had known Cor for about a decade now - granted, without too much regular contact, but he knew the man to be a quiet, composed one, and usually invading someone's private space was not in the cards with him.

"I received a certain message from you last night," the brunet set to speak at length, a strange underlying tone in his voice. Seifer stayed uncharacteristically silent at that, mind rolling back and forth to what exactly he had sent the Marshal the night before when he'd clearly been occupied with .... .... ... oh. If he felt embarrassed or taken aback by the fact he'd send his lewd message to the entirely wrong person, Seifer didn't show it, his face carefully blank as his brow wandered a little higher still.

"Was that supposed to end up on my phone...?" Cor queried with a hint of mirth in his eyes now. Seifer turned, leaning his hip against the desk, a smirk tugging at his lips. "No," he deadpanned, tilting his head a little to the side to gauge what the Marshal would make of this. Still, both men were standing in unusually close proximity, the brunet huffing at the response received. "You should be more careful about what you're doing when..." Trailing off, the Immortal looked down at the other man's lips, which were still smiling - challenging him?

"True, but honestly, I'd hate to let a message like this go to waste?" Seifer had hummed the words teasingly, gaze of emerald eyes long since wandered south where he could spy clear signs of the otherwise always so composed man clearly being affected by something for once. "And apparently, you liked what you heard?"

The tension between both men was something new then, nothing like when they sparred once every blue moon, albeit not completely different. Anticipation and a hint of danger lingered in a similar fashion until Cor's hand lifted and was placed in Seifer's neck with purpose, the grip strong yet not forceful. "I did," the man spoke at length, voice slightly hoarse, the sound earning him an even broader grin from the blond.

The Glaive chuckled then, pressing himself off the support of the desk, slowly getting down on his knees before the Marshal, green eyes full of that arrogance which hardly ever dissipated and made it seem like he was looking down at the other man, even when kneeling to his feet.

"Well, I for one am not above having a little fun either way... Sir," the blond murmured as deft fingers made quick work of Cor's belt, opening his pants and leaning in to get to work.

Warmth engulfing the Marshal as clever hands helped along, precise squeezes at the right time paired with a slick tongue lapping, jade-greens occasionally glancing up to see startled surprise soon had faded in favor for bliss, hands curling into golden locks as his movements were directed more intently. Soon sounds of pleasure filled the usually quiet office, Cor having moved just enough to lean against his desk, one hand seeking purpose on the edge of the same, uncaring that he send paperwork flying in the process.

Increasing both intensity and speed of his caring, Seifer easily found which buttons to push to coax more of those sounds from the other man's throat, quite enjoying the process of unraveling and picking apart the famed Immortal in such a way that pleasure soon washed over the man, filling his mouth with a strong tug on blond hair forcing himself deeper. Not hesitating, Seifer swallowed around the other before pulling back and getting to his feet again, wiping over his chin and mouth with the back of a gloved hand.

"My pleasure, Sir."

[hyperionswrath--archived]

😁 have you made any friends since creating your blog?

Munday Meme Part 1 -- accepting

Well, I am very, very, very cautious of the word friendship and don’t toss it around lightly. If I consider someone a friend, I’ll be 10000% percent loyal, have their back, give them my last shirt and will basically do everything for them. So a real friendship, to me, takes time.

Since I’ve only been part of the tumblr rp community for about a month, give or take, I wouldn’t say I have made any friends like that - HOWEVER I met a whole lot of incredible people with definite friendship potential. There are a couple few ones I write with on the regular, outside of rp and plotting, and they are very dear to me, even if I am -admittedly- terrible at showing how much I care. I just have a hard time defining how to call these people since I’ve not known them for too long.

So far, this community as a whole has been utterly welcoming and warm, and I found a second home here as much as on our Glaive server (those people are family, honestly.... they all have a special place in my heart and I love them). It’s especially dear to me since I had a rough 12 months and sharing my passion for roleplaying and writing along with fandom shenanigans with you all just... idk, it means a lot to me.

Ah, watch me getting all sappy again. I hope this kind of answered the question, friendship is a tricky topic for me °^^

[hyperionswrath--archived]

🐼 ; What are some of your favourite hobbies?

Munday Meme Part 1 -- accepting

Hooo boy okay. I’ma just go ahead and list things! - roleplaying (duh^^) - writing, mostly fanfiction - reading (favorite genres are fantasy, sci-fi, thriller and horror) - gaming - painting / drawing / doing artsy stuff - I’d consider listening to music a hobby too as I am positively obsessed with it^^ - gardening / plants - cosplaying (however, so far I only had time for closet cosplays but I’d love to expand on this) - smearing color on my fake leather jackets and altering them with patches, pins, studs, chains and whatever - walks on the local huge cemetary

[loyalrage--archived]

“Thank you. For the record, I don’t owe any of you anything, but thank you.”

[ from @prideanddiscipline ]

Usually, Fujin’s expression was either carefully blank, or exceptionally tense, if not infuriated. The only times that changed was when she was around either Raijin or Seifer. Much like now, when she was sitting beside him, idly for once.

Nothing she did often, always needing to do something, which right now made her a little fidgety. Leg bumping, the gaze of her eye was resting on the horizon while a breeze from the ocean close by tousled silver strands of hair.

Only recently had this silence become a thing between the three friends, after the war had ended and they found themselves in completely new circumstances that forced them to adjust.

She hated it. Every minute of it.

In her mind’s eye, Seifer had done nothing wrong - at least not so much that he had to be treated the way they had. SEED, Garden, even the hyne-bedamned witches. To Diablo with all of them!

And this right here was the reason she disliked the silence and idle sitting too - thoughts went wandering then. Setting her jaw, Fujin brushed annoying strands of hair out of her face and exhaled in a huff. Experiencing this kind of non-talkative behavior from her best friend was unnerving, to say the least.

When Seifer finally cleared his throat, she almost jumped, straightening up on the bench they were seated on next to each other to turn and look at him.

“Thank you. For the record, I don’t owe any of you anything, but thank you.”

His words were so typical, so to expected, and yet she had not seen them coming. Seifer Almasy, thanking her (well, them, but Raijin had not yet arrived and was thus missing out on the occasion). 

It was then that her features visibly softened and a quirk to her mouth appeared, the ghost of a rare smile tugging at her lips. Just as unusual as his words had been.

Realizing such, she scoffed, swatting at his shoulder amicably and sinking back against the wooden backrest, arms crossed over her chest. “IDIOT,” she mumbled, yet not entirely able to whisk that smile from her face yet. Naturally Seifer owed her, or them, nothing. They were family, or the closest to it that she would ever know. She would have followed Seifer to the end of the world, and almost had done so, if things hadn’t spiralled down the way they had.

Still, she felt some small gesture from her side was in order.

So when silence settled once more and the smile had died on her face, leaving it a little more solemn than before, she nudged his arm with her shoulder.

“You’re welcome.”

[loyalrage--archived]

12. “I may be a liar, but I’m never a betrayer.”

When setting out that morning, Fujin had a list of things she needed to tend to in mind. A long list, mind you. Since they had allowed Seifer to stay in Balamb (better to observe a war criminal if he lives next door, she was certain), her and Raijin had decided to settle there as well. Not what they had planned for their future back when everything still seemed bright and chipper, but better than rotting in D-District or being on the run.

Preferring effectiveness and hating to waste time dallying, she then had made for the harbor, intending to get fresh food and spices for the evening the three of them had decided to spend together, as they often did. On her list were vegetables, fish and some fruit.

Not on her list was Squall Leonhart. Well, not on that list, at least.

Stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the commander of Balamb Garden, cold fury crept up her spine immediately. That hated man who had left her best friend to die, after she had begged him to help!

Her ruby eye zoned in on the other then, unable to help herself from staring, and sure enough he noticed her briefly after, mercenary skills kicking off. A huff pressed out her lungs as she stood rooted in place, watching as the taciturn Lion of Balamb approached her, or rather, planned on brushing past her. 

Not having any of that, her arm shot out as she kept glaring at Leonhart, expression and posture forbidding. “STOP,” she bit out then, despite effectively having halted the brunet from continuing on by her unexpected gesture already. The commencing staredown would have been enough to make Raijin sweat and the chicken-wuss uncomfortably squirm in place as one minute passed, then two. Her arm steady and outstretched, Squall unmoving and frowning at her. 

But in his eyes she could see he knew.

Her eye narrowed then, the red of her iris seemingly darkening and burning simultaneously. “BETRAYER!” When the word finally unwound itself, having stuck there for the better part of those minutes that had passed in silence, the lithe woman had already pulled her arm back to swing at the commander, her fist connecting with his chin, maybe even hurting her fingers more than she was able to hurt the other. But there was no care in the world inside of her, all her willpower needed to keep herself from lunging at the brunet and letting her fists come down hard on him, merciless as he had been.

As it were, she simply stood there, chest heaving from heavy breaths that hurt too much to speak any further - not that he was worth it.

When Leonhart then rubbed his chin where she hit him and straightened back up, she was taken aback by the pained expression that briefly flickered through stale-blue eyes before his face was masked by indifference again the next second.

“I may be a liar, but I’m never a betrayer.”