there was a subtle, barely noticeable hitch in her breath, but she refused to cringe away. her shoulders squared, chin raised up high.
her eyes narrowed at him as if she were examining him closer.
“as if you have the emotional capacity to be offended.”
curling a lock of hair around his finger ,
sunshine in a pretty ,blonde bottle —
“ relax. i can smell your rage. ” many
things happened to amuse him ,getting
under her skin was one of those things.
˖
her complexion burns hot, eyes widening a fraction. “I would 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓—“ but she stopped herself. he was having too much fun with this.
what did gran always say? ‘take a deep breath and count to five’. so, she did, forcing her rage to melt away. barely.
+
“ is this how you talk dirty .ᐣ ” a shrug -
like movement ,a step closer before
pausing. “ it’d be a shame. i do love a
woman with her own mind. ” as if he
can’t resist ,fingers reach out to touch
a blonde lock of hers.
her breath hitched as his voice cut through the silence. she paused, blonde hair whipping in the wind as she whirled to face him with wide eyes.
“oh, my stars !” she soon emitted an out of breath, nervous sort of laugh, a hand flying to her heart.
+
⠀⠀⠀‘good evening, ﹛ @brassytelepath ﹜. perhaps you ought not to be wandering the streets alone at this hour ﹛…﹜’
⠀⠀⠀₍ klaus remarked, making a rather deliberate attempt at an american accent. ₎
full lips press together to swallow an irritated huff. she should be used to his taunting by now, but he still gets under her skin so easily.
a brow lifts, rising to the challenge of their verbal sparring.
“maybe. if I get a lobotomy, sure.”
the shove only amuses him ,a simple
tsk leaving parted lips ⸻ “ handsy. ”
for whatever reason ,he finds himself
wanting to inspect her wrist ; to make
sure she’s okay. an irritating feeling.
“ you’ll learn to like me ,miss stackhouse . ”