Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
( dragon unscathed ) —WELL I'LL BE FUCKED/ ❛ red burned eyes & dirty minds ❜
years later . . .
THE BOTTLE OF KVAS SLAMS DOWN— on the wooden table with jeers echoing in the bar. She licks her lips coyly, her tongue feeling the tiny beads of the alcohol dance on her lips before she breaks out into a malicious grin. Her hands trace over the cards that are in her other hand, eyes flickering back and forth at the deck in her hands. She pauses to raise to see her opponent in front of her, his weasel beady-like eyes bear into hers as she raises her eyebrow while her long ruby red nails skim the cards. The malicious smirk dances on her lips before she draws her own card.
"I'm afraid you are indebted to me," an icy laugh escaped her lips as she placed her card down on the table.
Seeing his beady eyes pause in terror was enough for her to feel the malice excite her soul. His face was pale like as if the saints had dared to make such a holy presence. And Cassian Tamura relished in this moment, her nails drumming on the table before she picked up the bottle of kvas and taking another swing. Ecstasy bubbled on her lips as she licked them ever so casually, watching his body tremble as he scrambled for whatever coins he held in the pockets of his jacket. But it would never be enough.
"Please, I don't have the money right now," his voice croaked as his lower lip quivered as he locked eyes with her.
She cocked her head to the side, holding her hand out for him to take. Perhaps there was some comfort in that sympathetic smirk that touched her lips as her cold hand touched his clammy palm. Her hands slowly trace over the creases in his palms. The touch seems so innocent, as if there was nothing malicious about her. If only that were true.
Instantly, a flint descended from the long sleeves of her dress. Falling down until it was in her right hand, Cassian summoned fire so quickly for no one to notice —not even the man himself— until his pitiful screams echoed the bar. His hand was on flames, the holy glow of the red and orange fire swaying on the palm of his hand until Cassian waved her hand as if to make them disappear. His once pale flesh of skin was now scorched, scorned with traces of ashes and worse. Right on the palm of his hand, sunk deep down into the skin was a mark. A burn of a tiny dragon on his palm for everyone to see.
His eyes streamed with tears as he looked up to see Cassian let go of his hand, sinking back into her sink while reaching out for another bottle of kvas to submerge into another drunken state. "You're—" only his lips could not muster the words to blurt out the sudden connection that was his to know.
