( unladylike, jude snorts, predictably disbelieving. it is, in fact, entirely dramatic and suitably dramatic of him — the declaration one makes on the brink of ill-timed death, or with a helpful prodding from their pain. fey-like, if she's being honest, for all of its exaggeration and sweet poetry and melancholy. hardly a sentiment she could take recklessly take to heart, without the chance of being proven a fool for it.
it tickles some place inside of her ribcage, regardless. jude's grasp tightens on his arm, almost as if it's unconsciously punishing for making her feel such a thing. )
You insult me. ( another lie tallied onto the list — the flash of serpentine amusement says otherwise. ) I am the one with the hooks.
( not the hooked. another soul might have shame, if they were less accepting of what they are, less inclined to embrace their grotesquerie — but it's something of a reassurance, too. thor is neither interest as a suitor nor a victim of her schemes, for how little she thinks of him. )
My sister only has claws for love. Taryn has always wanted to fit among the Folk, whatever it costs her. It would kill her not to be well-liked.
( pointedly, she does not think of how her sister's flaws align near-perfect with his own brothers, willing to sell family out for a scrap of attention. it tastes bitter in her mouth, just considering it. )
That puts them on an even playing field. We may see a draw, if Thor is not mortally susceptible to tears and batting eyelashes.
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Date: 2025-01-19 07:05 am (UTC)it tickles some place inside of her ribcage, regardless. jude's grasp tightens on his arm, almost as if it's unconsciously punishing for making her feel such a thing. )
You insult me. ( another lie tallied onto the list — the flash of serpentine amusement says otherwise. ) I am the one with the hooks.
( not the hooked. another soul might have shame, if they were less accepting of what they are, less inclined to embrace their grotesquerie — but it's something of a reassurance, too. thor is neither interest as a suitor nor a victim of her schemes, for how little she thinks of him. )
My sister only has claws for love. Taryn has always wanted to fit among the Folk, whatever it costs her. It would kill her not to be well-liked.
( pointedly, she does not think of how her sister's flaws align near-perfect with his own brothers, willing to sell family out for a scrap of attention. it tastes bitter in her mouth, just considering it. )
That puts them on an even playing field. We may see a draw, if Thor is not mortally susceptible to tears and batting eyelashes.