hostile_experience: (Prop-Sample)
Elenore is supposed to be in the apartment that she's supposed to be sharing with the man who saved her. The man who's had to deal with the weird shifts in her since the day when she lost almost everything. The man who won't tell her the distance and coldness she's fallen to on and off wound him. She knows, though. Knows without about being able to fix it. Most days feel like there's a block of ice in her chest. No, that's not right. Like the flesh has been replaced with a mechanical pump that keeps her alive but is utterly disconnected from emotion. Remembering to breath took most of her energy in the small collection of rooms they could afford mostly on his savings and what he made at the school. She was too literally bankrupt to help.

Except when she did things where she wasn't suppose to be. Like tonight.

To be fair, he's not where he's supposed to be. It had been slow. Going back to work teaching more of the time. Then stringing some nights together because it was a long ride back to the city. Some nights became everything but the weekends. Now, she's pretty sure he'd call before showing up. Like he hasn't kept her alive. Like she doesn't still love him more than anything. And it's a shameful relief. Because she loves him and hurts him and she thinks what she's going to end up doing would only hurt him more. Because he's a hero. Because he's a good man. Because she doesn't care what side she's on anymore.

And her hands are bloody. Literally. Rebuilding the broken body of a man who has been party terrible acts of violence because he has money and resources she no longer does. It's not better that she rebuilds him with a killswitch that she intends to use at some point. It's not better that the worst of what she's done so far has been saving the lives of horrible people. It simply is what she does to make sure the next time she bothers with a grocery run, it won't be on his card, and that she can cover rent and utilities for the apartment she isn't sharing with the man she still loves. So he won't be blamed for what she's going to do.
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Jono's thigh pressed against hers, the swaying train, his 'voice' in her head, and a mix he's made just for the trip in shared earbuds. A growing kind of anxiety that comes as she notices the mile markers pass. A more subtle anticipation. Squeezing his hand and warning him who to look for at the station.

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hostile_experience: (Prop-reading material)
I'm of the belief that when a person finds themselves thinking outright villain cliches, that that person is obligated to take some time to sort out their head. At least then if the person chooses to act on it, they know they've attempted logic or might have some actual reason for their actions. And a written record other people can learn from, assuming anyone or anything actually survives.
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The floating reef has taken over one of the few big empty spaces left in the building. There are armed security guards at the two entrances during the day. Full lock down during the nights. It's costing more money than she could justify to a board if they didn't trust her implicitly. That trust is a stranger thing in her world than the floating ecosystem that just started appearing one day. They have no reason to believe other than a reputation she doesn't believe anymore herself. Yet they both exist.

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The lab smells wrong. It's not the cleaning agents, she knows because she had them changed three times before settling back on her old formula. Elenore has also had all the air filtration checked three different times on slight concerns. The smell shifted a little, but it still wasn't right. Three different experiments didn't make things any better. They've changed the floor polish. Then they stopped using any at all. Even the glassware and heating elements have been changed and nothing quite does it. Elenore still refuses to admit she knows exactly what it is.

The combination of metal, plastic, and glass just doesn't have the organic smell of the lab that had been her life's work until she took it apart to help fuel the new company. There was nothing living there. She keeps it too clean and dead. It comforts the investors and employees who had heard a few too many rumors or seen a few too many of her accomplishments for comfort. After all, her kinds of genius rarely comes without insanity or a superhero costume, and no one she's elected to deal with wants to work for someone with too much of either.

Which doesn't stop the lab from smelling wrong. Or the tools from being in the wrong place. People are constantly moving things as they clean or borrow or attempt to run the few small experiments she claims to still be working on so no one gets worried. It's less of a problem when she works in other people's labs. They're allowed to dictate their own domains even if she is the boss, but her lab should be hers. That is her goal for the day, regardless of the meetings she'll have to make at some point. It starts with banishing everyone. It ends with nothing really having changed. She isn't ready to move on and forgive herself or her work for failing. She's only ready to try.
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"Elenore has difficulty relating to other students outside of science and math classes. She appears to trade help with students struggling in those areas for positive attention from her peers. Outside of the confines of a classroom, her interactions are brief and frequently stilted. She defaults to aggression to social mask insecurities and as a result of her suspicion of other student's intentions."

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Susan Evans
Mother ♕
There isn't a single person who knows Susan that wouldn't describe her as some variation of a 'bitch,' and she wants it that way. She loves her kids fiercely but is distant by nature and brutal by necessity. She has worked for a number of agencies since being recruited in college, currently as a liason at the FBI which is supposed to carry out until her retirement. The only warm and fuzzy thing about her is her undeniable devotion to her husband.
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Alan Evans
Father ♕
Superficially warm and friendly, Alan tends to leave strong impressions with people while actually learning little about them or passing on much information. He's a deft architect, specializing in recreating rather designing unique buildings. His relationship with his children is largely vague, reflecting a belief that his job as the father is done as long as his children have what they need to succeed. His adoration of his wife is his greatest virtue.(x)
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Cecelia Evans
Younger Sister ♕
The baby of the family, Cece, as she's called, is bright, bubbly, and sweet by nature. She is the only one to get along very well with all of her family members. A gifted artist, Cece makes a living by illustrating children's books and making child friendly images for museums. She dates actively but with little interest to settle down due to the fact she's not sold on the idea of marriage. This is a point of contention with her father that has shown her steel backbone.(x)
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Patrick Evans
Oldest Brother ♕
Patrick is a human puppy dog. He's sweet, kind of simple, very devoted, and easily distracted. Nore and he were thick as thieves until she pointed out that his pregnant girlfriend had been cheating on him about the time she conceived. He then married Sally, and the relationship has be tumultuous ever since. While he eventually forgave Nore, she never entirely forgave him for siding with the girlfriend over her. He works as an athletic trainer at the university, despite a growing belly, and his clients love him. He loves his son Leo deeply, but frequently fails to be properly responsible for him, especially when he can leave the kid with his parents or siblings.
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Sally Evans
Sister-In-Law ♕
Sally was a cute sweet girl, but realizing she was unexceptional broke her. It led to her acting out like a much younger woman and being easily drawn in by men who offer her excessive attention. Her sisters- and mother-in-law are deeply intimidating to her, and even Alan's distance tends to strike her as criticism. She's been repeatedly unfaithful to Patrick, and is even more upset when he ignores it. Working middle management for an alcohol distribution company has done little to improve her sense of herself. She's an adequate mom, but allows her own drama to overwhelm her after all the love she thought her son would bring her was aimed at the boy.
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Leo Evans
Nephew ♕
He is the definition of dearly and deeply loved. Adorably chubby and precocious, he brings out the best of any of the family members he's with, and due to the affection and time they spend with him, he shows little of the insecurity or unhappiness his unstable home life could lead to. Everyone is sure he's gifted, though it tends to be a reflection of whoever he's spending time with. He madly wants siblings or a cousin or five, and will attempt to set up Cece to get them.
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What would you do if you got your first patent at 12 and graduated college by 16? If you're Elenore, the answer was to try to not to do a damn thing. In a world filled with super heroes and super villains, she wanted to become neither, despite having gone to a private school that produced a number of both. Especially the later. But she couldn't stop herself from tinkering. Creating things that blurred the lines between technology, plant, and animals. It got people's attentions in a bad way.

She had to learn how to build up enough weight to throw it around. Making deals with dangerous people, a fortress out of an old building, relationships with the government, and a few creations that have become other people's nightmares did it. Still, under a healthy level of paranoia, she's still a smart ass who cares enough about people not to ever completely buy into the dark side or give the good guys tools they'd abuse. It's a shame she's still not great at the people thing.

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hostile_experience: (Hands-consider)
1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer? Counter, if he's taller. Couch otherwise.

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why: It was sufficient.

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: Hercules, Kevin Sorbo or Dwayne Johnson versions.

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WHAT IF:
1. I died:
2. I kissed you:
3. I lived next door to you:
4. You found out i was married:
5. I stole something:
6. I was hospitalized:
7. I refused to leave my home:
8. I got into a fight while you were there:

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hostile_experience: (Body-Thoughtful)
Whatever front Elenore puts on, whatever she's wrapped around herself like a shell, until she believed it was so much a part of her she would die without it, part of her is better. Part of her figured out not only how to find the contractors to modify and build the inorganic components of her lab, but also learned how to make them feel debt to her that is so great they never spoke of the specs even under intense pressure. She's worked with half a dozen plus lab assistants before ever hiring a friend. Their fingerprints are all over her lab, small tweaks she never would have thought of without them. At some point, she magnified her own isolation. At some point, she broke too much. Sometimes of the cost of being razor sharp is to become incredibly brittle.

When she watches Alexander, she beings to remember. He surrounds himself with the best he can find, and there was a time when her assistants qualified. Brilliant kids who needed jobs and someone who didn't take their shit. Each leaving with a better understanding of their field and a decent severance package. More than that if she was willing to pay more attention to their emotional interactions. Whatever progress she's making, she's not ready to get there. This is a big enough step to admit that people could help. She's no where near ready to trust the people who should owe her some kind of emotional connection.

After all, that's part of why she's marrying Alexander.

But she starts making phone calls. The same awareness of her community of scientists that allowed her to make the beginnings of her fortune in investments lets her know a number of brilliant minds are unhappily employed. For some, it's the offer of a bump in pay they could never get in academics. For others, it's the degree of autonomy and respect for what they do. By the end of the first day, she's getting phone calls from people she would have never guessed wanted to escape to the right kind of private sector.

Two days, and she has to let people down with more tact than she knew she possessed. Everything necessary to shift from a one woman fixer to a more complicated and less mercenary set of associated labs was already underway, but too much too fast would put everything to risk. Her goal isn't to get into manufacture or production, but sheer innovation and invention to be farmed out to other companies that absorb the other eventual costs. Too many people, and it could be misconstrued. For once in her life, Nore doesn't want to burn any bridges.
hostile_experience: (Hands-consider)
The marriage ceremony is to be in a church, something Elenore finds deeply ironic considering she believes that neither of them are people of faith. One look at his face as he steps in the building corrects her assumption. Alexander believes in this God and this faith, and when she considers what he does for a living, she isn't sure what to think of it. Every day, every death would be a mark against his soul, and that doesn't even bring up the fact he never goes to services himself or talk about her converting. It gnaws at her.

He corrects her gently when she calls it a church on the phone to her mother. It's a Cathedral with a capitol 'C,' and the woman on the other end of the line is more than a little amused by it. Elenore who has never cared enough about religion to ever form an opinion about it married in front of icons with gold leaf by men strange hats and crowns. Of course both she and Elenore's father would come. To do anything else would be unthinkable. Her daughter imagines she hears the implication that it would be too good of a show to miss. Alexander spends more than an hour working the knots out of her shoulders.

Both her older brother and younger sister agree to come with similar notes of amusement. Given what they know of her and her history, the idea of an actual marriage with someone she hasn't been with for years, she attempts to forgive them. It is not her most successful endeavor, but the thought of her young nephew as a ring bearer in a ceremony that will be to some degree alien to her helps balance her out. It repeats her in her mind as they go through the various hoops even the amount of money Alexander is willing to sink into a church that so loves its ornamentation can buy their way out of.

When she is not being baptized in a literal sense, she is baptized in the fires of being a part of his life. There never ending social events wear parts of her down, but she walks away with a greater skill each time. His apparently effortless ease with the world is never anything she'll achieve, but she finds being pushed to learn these not quite alien skills in the brutal environment the best kind of learning environment. There might be a plateau in how much of her world he understands, but she's only beginning her own rise.

He plans the ceremony. It is, after all, his business. The more complicated it gets, the less she cares. Nothing about it is an act of love beyond the fact that she's making every concession. Which isn't love, exactly, so much as indifference. Marriage is another step that adds stability but little else to the equation. The emotional element is vaguely disappointing in its lack, feeding her focus on restructuring her business. That is a never ending challenge.
hostile_experience: (Touch-close)
1. He imposes a routine on her life. She eats at least twice a day and sleeps at least six hours.

2. She fights it with more passive than aggressive tendencies. Sleeping in, working late into the night. He wait. Patient, calm. Never angry at her rebellion.

3. Eventually, she stops. Because it doesn't annoy him. Because she doesn't want to aggravate him.
 
4. It surprises her when they can actually manage to cook in the same kitchen at the same time. Splitting tasks and talents on food that doesn't throw her.
 
5. He switches to ground meats. Takes knives and vegetables out of her hands when she starts to drift. They both find she does better when they talk.

6. It's strange for them both to have someone they can be entirely honest with. Conversations tend to flow and drift in odd directions. There's rarely hesitation or pause.

7. He finds an unexpected degree of emotion comes with sharing the details of his life with someone. She mattered before, but this is different. Intimacy like he hadn't expected.

8. She wonders sometimes if it's really him, specifically, or if it's just having someone who's there, day in and day out. Did she just need not to be alone?

9. When she sleeps restlessly, he always wakes to whisper soft assurances until she settles.

10. He leaves the seat up on the toilet, and she ends up in the bowl.

11. He is not amused to find she used tye-dyed duct tape to keep them all in place. Even the ones in his apartment.

12. She doesn't seem phased when all her white underwear ends up dyed the same colors. In truth, she likes him a little better for his humor.

13. When she's tired, she forgets to say anything half the time, fingers and hands moving like they would if she she was communicating with her super computer through commands and not another human being. He's not sure if it's cute or something that makes him ache for her.

14. They argue over which kind of sheets to use. She insists on t-shirt knits, and he prefers cotton with obscene thread counts. With two beds, they both win some of the time.

15. Her taste in movies baffles him. The one with adventure, he gets, but the scifi and cheesy horror seems a little too much like bringing work home.

16. She finds out he has bad days, too. He's curt and cold and distant, unwilling to be touched. She finds she has more patience for him than she expected. She waits it out, and by the middle of the night he's curled around her, tired and beaten down, but back.

17. The patterns of his tattoos make their way into her schematics. Subtly, in ways no one else is likely to notice. She doesn't half the time.

18. Too many hours going in and out of clubs and other venues means he sometimes hums Miley songs without thinking. She teases him about it with considerable affection.

19. They both agree on how to tip. Far too much if the work is even halfway decent. The local delivery people have memorized their names.

20. They don't develop a rhythm, exactly. They're both a little too erratic. But it gets easier.

21. He knows what she looks like when she's in love. The look isn't on her face, and she's not sure it's a good or a bad thing. She does, clearly, like him. That's something.

22. He touches her lightly when they're in the same room. Not the possessive claiming when she hadn't said yes, but a gentle reassurance to them both.

23. She makes him laugh.

24. He tells her about some of the things he's done that weigh on him. Not quite shame. Not quite regret, but he's unable to deny they were not small. She doesn't judge him.

25. She finds she doesn't miss love.
hostile_experience: (Body-Thoughtful)
1.

It’s just a mental image. Something scraped together from moments and fractions of moments. Still it haunts Alexander like a memory of lost love. A simple quirk of her lips that turns her smile from mocking to painfully intimate as she lays in silk that is infinitely more beautiful than nakedness. But it’s her eyes, clear and blue like pure ice, somehow warm and painfully intimate. He plans to do what needs to be done to make the moment real. Not forever, of course. Her looks will fade, and their bonds will be tested. But there will be a moment.

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Her smile dies on her lips in an instant as the pang in her chest kills turns her face into a mask. Beautiful and cold, there’s nothing left to soften the arrogance that’s a part of Elenore’s nature. Makes her harsh and hard to like for even people who used to love her when it comes at the wrong time. The bitter truth about using the mask is that when someone makes her use it, makes her tap into the cold well of logic, she doesn’t care anymore. They’ve already killed a little more of her scan faith and affection.


3.

Something breaks far too badly for her to put up a mask. Something animal comes to the surface. Makes her look every bit as dangerous as she actually is for a moment. Her voice is strident and harsh, making the much bigger man take a step back, for a moment. His rank, his office, and everything else of import is forgotten under her verbal assault. The image she paints of decimation and loss is the first thing that makes him remember how fragile human life is in years. Later he’ll be humiliated. Angry. But not before he changes his policy.


4.

Elenore didn’t believe she could be honestly, absolutely attracted to another woman until she saw the woman with scales locked in a prison cell. She knows why, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. Xenophilia. An intense sexual attraction sentient beings with markers that are inherently inhuman. A quirk born of the way she sees the world and her alienation from humanity as a child. It doesn’t stop the warmth in her voice as she whispers the words that shock the other woman in their sincerity. Or the relationship that develops and dies for obvious reasons. She does learn.


5.

In the post coital glow, Elenore felt more or less soft and cuddly. It was a rare, beautiful kind of feeling not to want to keep her walls up for a little while. It made it easier for her banter without teeth, teasing with a gentle affection. She even considered the possibility of letting him sleep over for the first time. Then he said the wrong thing, something with a little too much truth that was a little bit too raw. She pulls back like she’d been bitten. He wouldn’t be sleeping over that night, or any other after that.
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The entire flight home is a reminder of exactly why she avoids public flights for business. Too many people, too close in an enclosed space with recycled air, and it doesn't even matter that she's in first class because it all rubs her already frayed nerves raw. Everyone becomes their diagnosis. Everything she's exposed to throbs in her head. It gives her too much time to think about whether or not she wants to call anyone to tell them she's coming home. Every time Elenore gets close to thinking of calling someone, she comes up with the fact there's a discussion of some emotion she'll have to confront that she has no patience for.

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Elenore watches dangerous men argue in a language she doesn't understand in little more than a sheet with a certain amount of remove. The calm on her face becomes a wall between them, like she isn't the one who took out the man they're accusing Alexander of killing. Grigori may have accused her of being an assassin, but to the other Vor she was simply the American fiancee and a chemist, too well loved, maybe, but not a potential threat to anyone. Not a murderer, and certainly not covered in blood. Arguing becomes concerned conversation that moves over her in vague waves she only pays enough attention to to get a sense of things. She only really pays attentions when Alec tells her to get dress, they're going back to Grigori's home to meet with the other Vor.

She gets dressed again with a certain degree of mechanical action, choosing for simple comfort and convenience over something to impress the other people in the room. There's no need now that she would be removed from this particular picture, and Elenore finds it difficult to sustain the energy that had carried through to this point. After all, she'd already managed to retain her resolve from a round of keeping her head clear of her heart. Going through it again with a stable comfort so near to the first time, leaves her wrapping her emotional core up in layers of apparent cold and distance.

By the time they arrive, she's already thousands of miles away, trying to plan other matters. Her expression is flat when Alexander kisses her briefly before going off to talk with the others about what happened. Who put a hit out or why they'd do it. More dominoes falling along the way to propelling Alec into greater circles of power. She's left to sit in the room with other wives and girlfriends consolidated into groups for a kind of protection and blackmail all wrapped up together. Playing with her phone lets her know the rat is back in their luggage, waiting for the appropriate time. She's comforted by that when Grigori stands at the door and calls her to come to the meeting.

For the second time, she walks down the hall alone with the man. He's excited, she can feel it this time, but his face is a match for hers. A person is dead, power structures are changing, and they don't talk about it. She simply hands him her ring at the end of the hall with the knowledge he'll give it back to Alexander in a display of power before handing him the next title. Outside another limo waits with her bags and a plane ticket that will take her back to the states. She walks out and lets momentum carry her the rest of the way through.
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Alexander catches Nore in the act of covering the red puffiness that wouldn't quite go away after even an hour after hanging up on Matthew. She doesn't think of him as a gentle man, and she knows he knows why, so she's caught by surprise when he he brushes his fingers lightly over her cheek. It makes her think of the things the old Vor, Grigori had told her, and she feels almost guilty letting herself take comfort in the touch. Would it be so wrong if he cared too much for her? Maybe he was actually capable of love, and maybe it would help her too. The fantasy lasts all of a moment before she kills it with bloody visions of the reality.

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Elenore smiles through the introductions to men with faces like granite and the few exceptions with soft peaceful expressions that can only belong to men who've gotten past any form of conscience so they regret nothing and walk with ease. After the attack, after her moments of weakness, she expected to be afraid on some level. There is no fear, only the comfort of doing what she has always chosen for herself. Walking the line between safety and danger, surrounded by deadly things. Even the language barrier is a reminder that she might just be human, but so is everyone else in the room.

The period where they speak English is short. Her presence will only be important for a short period in the meeting, once to introduce her and later when they discuss how they want to use her talents. Considering that the meeting is in one of their conceit of a library, she makes due by giving them false space and browsing, but in truth she's listening to them. Tone and conversational dominance will tell her what she needs to know, even if she isn't fluent.

Tone and body language from the corner of her eye tells her the target. Starts to tell her the scapegoat until one of the men breaks off and heads towards her. He's older than she would have guessed. Normally the young ones are sent to test her. Distinguished as much as a man with his scars and his ink can manage, which is an impressive amount all considered. He glances at the cover and asks a quick question in Russian. When she looks at him quizzically, he slips into stilted English. "You read Latin?"

She nods, hiding her frustration at not being able to watch and listen as carefully as she'd like. Truthfully she had simply gone for a book that appeared in a language she recognized. Glancing down labeled it a tragedy.

He smiles and slips his arm into hers, "Then I must show you my treasure."

A quick glance tells her she's missing even more of the conversation and the charge, but there's no polite way to turn down this man. Nothing that wouldn't damage what they were trying to do. "If you're sure you aren't needed here..."

"They can do without an old man," he continues in slow English, pulling her into the hallway of a home too beautiful not to be a huge symbol of power in a country where need is always close by.

It takes her until they've gone halfway down the hall for her to realize this was deliberate. That she was watching the wrong group, and there's a damned good reason she was never a spy. Separated and vulnerable, there's no one there to chaperone with a man she was beginning to suspect was more than he appeared. But when he turns a corner, there's another library. This one with one giant book under glass. She relaxes only slightly but walks to it. The text is open to a page on Alexander of Macedonia in clear church Latin. She looks up with a wary gaze.

"It seemed appropriate," he says, slipping out of awkward pronunciation into a degree of fluency that speaks of much practice, "Given that your own Alexander would be a conqueror."

Her face goes still, trying to prevent any emotional display in response to that. "It's a beautiful tome. The preservation is remarkable."

"Not going to deny the description? Well, that would probably be for the best. I wouldn't believe you, and it is only with honesty that you will return to your States alive and whole."

Elenore looks at him, and the house that must be his. "Well, then you'd better start by telling me what you want."

Ring [Fic]

Sep. 29th, 2013 04:28 am
hostile_experience: (Distant-sorrow)
Everything is very professional on the way to the airport. It's cold and practical, and she's somewhat comforted by that fact. Distance in a metaphorical sense to prepare for the literal. Half an hour into the transcontinental flight, the armed, tattooed men melt into the back of the jet providing the illusion of privacy as he produces and eggshell blue box. The anxiety in her chest is not exactly what either would have imagined at that moment.

"I know we said a simple band, but some things are just right," Alexander says it in a soft voice that doesn't quite travel beyond a murmur to the back before opening the box.

Her gasp isn't quite so soft. The ring is platinum wreath with diamond leaves, all that would lie close to the skin and not get in the way. It's a ring she might have picked for herself, and worth more than he'd promised to spend by ten times, at least. She holds her hands out rather than answering. He slips it on her finger, waiting fro a response.

"It's beautiful, Alec, truly beautiful."

His answering smile is real enough, and so is the heat of the kiss he presses to her lips while his men watch without watching. The show is perfect to ensure her protection on the visit. She is a wife to be, not one of the many disposable girlfriends. Weight that protects her from becoming an asset to be stolen and sold. The ring also gives Alexander influence with men who draw out his name turning it into Aleck-sander as a reminder he was born to a lower cast and another country. Tattoos earned in his work meaning only so much to the older generation. The ring is, in it's most honest nature, a tool.

And yet, the offer is real.

He asked her after he found out she had been assaulted and almost died. The vivid visceral need to protect her and kill the person who had harmed her hadn't been hampered by conscience or affection for the woman who hurt her, and it had been a balm that hadn't been matched when strong men admitted they weren't sure they should offer that to her out of respect. In being reminded of how fragile her state and mind actually are, she had craved the protections she always built around herself. Simple animal things like her rats. And if she could never say that because of how absurd it was for a woman who had spent so much to be recognized as strong and dangerous in her own right, she didn't blame herself for the moment of weakness.

That moment hadn't been enough for an actual yes. She had said, instead, that if she could help prevent this latest would be end of the world, she'd wear his ring and go with him back to the bosses. She take her own clients in the city, but help him convince the other Vor that he was more than where he was born while being protected by the ring. After, when they came back, then she would answer the question.

OOC

Aug. 23rd, 2013 09:37 pm
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So, I'm kind of seriously annoyed. My previous email account kicked me off without any warning as of today. I've been preparing for it, but wasn't actually 100% ready. So I've lost pretty much any notifs you guys have sent today. I'll try to collect them, but I'm kind of in the middle of rushing around to switch everything I forgot. So if I miss something, I'm sorry.
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