[ There's a deeply satisfied look on Clea's face when Verso surrenders. She even smirks just a touch, her grip briefly tightening to cut off his airway. A warning she, indeed, can't make good on, but oh, will she threaten it anyway. Death was sweet for them. Tantalizing. Just out of reach.
Releasing her grip, she pats his cheek. ] Good boy. [ It might have been condescending to anyone else, and it still was a little, but then again, their relationship was complicated to say the least. What was love if not sacrifice and something a little mad? She didn't believe it existed.
Glancing back at the boy with their sister, Clea watched through narrowed eyes. His time would come. Soon, if he was serious. ]
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Releasing her grip, she pats his cheek. ] Good boy. [ It might have been condescending to anyone else, and it still was a little, but then again, their relationship was complicated to say the least. What was love if not sacrifice and something a little mad? She didn't believe it existed.
Glancing back at the boy with their sister, Clea watched through narrowed eyes. His time would come. Soon, if he was serious. ]