He'd hit the mark, apparently, and Ozymandias felt a flash of triumph at the clear signs of anger in her eyes. Had that been eight sentences? He'd lost count at the end, but if he hadn't hit it he'd at least been fairly close. He could disengage now, but he could also stay and try to provoke her further, to see how far he could wind her up before one of her friends intervened. His eyes flickered briefly towards the other people nearby, the audience to the scene they were in the process of causing, and tried to gauge how likely it was that they'd come to her rescue in the next minute or so.
Her response brought him up short, though. It wasn't necessarily the words themselves, but something they provoked in him: he realized, all at once and for the first time, that he did want to touch her. He'd never admitted that she was attractive, even to himself. He'd once described her face as avian, and not in a complimentary way. Still: he wanted to touch her, and with this comment she might as well have come right out and rejected him before he'd even tried to ask.
"You may fancy you'd like to be safely locked away like a piece of art in a gallery," he said, with a hint of real malice that had been absent from the conversation so far. "But art without any aesthetic appeal has no value."
Her response brought him up short, though. It wasn't necessarily the words themselves, but something they provoked in him: he realized, all at once and for the first time, that he did want to touch her. He'd never admitted that she was attractive, even to himself. He'd once described her face as avian, and not in a complimentary way. Still: he wanted to touch her, and with this comment she might as well have come right out and rejected him before he'd even tried to ask.
"You may fancy you'd like to be safely locked away like a piece of art in a gallery," he said, with a hint of real malice that had been absent from the conversation so far. "But art without any aesthetic appeal has no value."
MJ is the light of my life <3