aprettygirl | EVE'S HEART

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EVE'S HEART

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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[vibrating with constrained tension, his voice trailing off in a venemous hiss]

You know!

"I do know."

[laughing, more than a hint of something crackling and unnatural under it]

Do you, then.

"Do you think I would offer this selflessly and uselessly? I am not built for that."

Pragmatically?

[there's an unexpected vein of bitterness there, razor sharp]

"Selfishly."

[flexes his claws so harshly on the rock that they splinter.]

...

Do what you will.

She reaches down, and looses his collar in a stroke.

[stays still for a moment, still in cat-shape, staring down at the water. the collar fades in Eve's hand and is gone.]

[...then he shivers, and the cat-shape seems to glow, the light concentrated on it brighter than around him— growing brighter still—]

[then it disappears entirely, and there's only the echo of a mocking, crackling laugh in its place. Mogget's not readily visible for the moment.]

Pragmatism frowns a little, looking around the cave.

[the water is still glinting with a million rainbow reflections.

in some places — quite a few, actually — it may be starting to steam.]

She sits on the rock and folds her arms.

...Pragmatism is not really exciting quarry, okay.

[that's okay. lines of white fire lash together underneath the water, setting it to boiling in earnest. one of them snakes out lightning-quick and grabs her by the ankle, dragging her towards the mess.]

She hisses and digs her heels in -- the floor of the pool, for her, seems to act like an actual floor.

The lattice of flesh on the ship is visibly writhing.

[yanks harder, searing her ankle; it's stronger than the pull of a man, horribly unnatural]

Eve's also stronger, but she's being dragged inch by inch, baring her teeth . . . she spares a hand to slash at that tether with a previously concealed knife.*

[it slashes through flame...

grabs her wrist too and shoves at her, trying to unbalance her before pulling again.]

She throws her weight the other way, keeping her balance; still struggling.

"Don't think--I'll make this easy--*

[the hissing of the voice is more steam than cat, now, and pure malice]

You think to patronize me? That you would not be made to regret letting me go? Even Abhorsen never had the nerve for that.

Chain me to that excuse for a team, ply me when I hardly have the memory to refuse if I wanted to—

[lashes for her eyes, aiming to distract more than damage but... not avoiding damage.]

"I'll have the nerve for whatever I--"

She hurls herself backwards away from it, though it sears across her face -- and loses her balance.

[there's a whiplike snap of the flame on her wrist and ankle, pulling her into the boiling water if it can.]

Your pride is nothing more than bravado, frightened little girl.

[lashing more flame around her as the lines of fire under the water run together, coalescing into a squat blurred column of whirling light that boils the water around it fiercely and holds her close; this is probably not going well.]

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