As his jaw clenched, her smile broadened – now she might even go so far as to say she was enjoying herself. Better than she’d expected of Shalott’s little garden party. And she only shrugged at his talk of self-fulfilling prophecies; she didn’t fear fate. (Or much, to be fair.) “I don’t mind if I do.” He was the one trapped here, at any rate.
And he knew the Dempsey daughters’ names, that was something to his credit; Phyri schooled her face into something resembling neutrality, so as not to give it away. A corner of her mouth did twitch at Lycoris, and at his reasoning (– that was clever, she would admit –) but she paused for a moment, deciding how to proceed.
Expectations aside, Porphyria had no innate sense of compulsion to play fair. She was enjoying toying with him (torturing him, in the mildest sense?) too much for that.
“Oh, you’ve got me,” she said, relenting at Lycoris with an innocent dip of her head, and pretending to look a little disappointed. (Lycoris may well kill her later, if he proved an eligible gentleman on her sister’s list.) “Well done.”
She didn’t, however, move to free him from the thorns.
And he knew the Dempsey daughters’ names, that was something to his credit; Phyri schooled her face into something resembling neutrality, so as not to give it away. A corner of her mouth did twitch at Lycoris, and at his reasoning (– that was clever, she would admit –) but she paused for a moment, deciding how to proceed.
Expectations aside, Porphyria had no innate sense of compulsion to play fair. She was enjoying toying with him (torturing him, in the mildest sense?) too much for that.
“Oh, you’ve got me,” she said, relenting at Lycoris with an innocent dip of her head, and pretending to look a little disappointed. (Lycoris may well kill her later, if he proved an eligible gentleman on her sister’s list.) “Well done.”
She didn’t, however, move to free him from the thorns.
a sublime set by Lady! <3