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“Mm, tempting,” Alys mused, refusing to back away even as he drew closer. The cool metal against her hand began to prickle, yet her arm remained loose. It took everything to remain that way; collected, unbothered, fucking interested, especially after such a compelling pitch.
Juniper’s - well, the strangers - face certainly didn’t make this any easier. They lingered in the distance, staring, and when she met their livid gaze, they finally walked off. As unpleasant as their next interaction would be, she wouldn’t dream of taking up Sky’s offer. Not to run off with him again and revert back to the fool he’d once left broken.
His familiar scent enveloped her, snapping her attention back to him. Wide, blue eyes looked up, and she smiled. “How about a counter offer?” The fae stepped closer and lifted her spare hand, sliding it up his chest and neck to rest against his cheek, gently stroking the familiar skin. “Tell Aamir that the Nox’s quartermaster won’t tolerate his crew fucking with hers. You fuck with him again and I’ll finally do what I should’ve done the first night we met. Do you remember?”
And then, because actions spoke much louder than words, after shifting the gun into position and aiming for his outer thigh, Alys pulled the trigger.
Juniper’s - well, the strangers - face certainly didn’t make this any easier. They lingered in the distance, staring, and when she met their livid gaze, they finally walked off. As unpleasant as their next interaction would be, she wouldn’t dream of taking up Sky’s offer. Not to run off with him again and revert back to the fool he’d once left broken.
His familiar scent enveloped her, snapping her attention back to him. Wide, blue eyes looked up, and she smiled. “How about a counter offer?” The fae stepped closer and lifted her spare hand, sliding it up his chest and neck to rest against his cheek, gently stroking the familiar skin. “Tell Aamir that the Nox’s quartermaster won’t tolerate his crew fucking with hers. You fuck with him again and I’ll finally do what I should’ve done the first night we met. Do you remember?”
And then, because actions spoke much louder than words, after shifting the gun into position and aiming for his outer thigh, Alys pulled the trigger.