Inexorable Quietus

Bound

She stood staring into her reflection with a blank expression, her eyes clouded over with emotion. It was told that the eyes are the window to the soul, but all that anyone could see within the green, glowing depths was a barren wasteland. Even though her emotions were clear in the orbs, there was nothing more to see. Not a hint of life under the gleaming tears. But besides her fel oculars, Tanthielyn couldn't help but gawk at the scarring that covered her face, and admired the long, fel-touched line that divided her face diagonally. Torn from the left eyebrow to just under the right side of her mouth. The person that gave it to her nearly split her skull right open. She could have died that day, and the Black Panther would have never been born. No children to leave behind. No significant other to haunt her dreams. And no one to hate her.

If only.

"Tanthielyn, I see you're awake and alive. I want to talk to you about something."

Her gaze shifted to the devilish man that stood behind her, eyes locking on the nasty scarring he bore on the right side of his jaw. It was obvious when he didn't shave, the white lines standing out like a sore thumb. Tanthielyn bit her lip gently, furrowing her brows. "You want to talk about Airyn and Az, don't you?"

The platinum blonde asshole gave a nod of his head, then turned and strode towards the oak table and took a seat. "What do you want to do, miss...I don't know what name to use, kitten." He folded his hands atop the table, then motioned for her to sit.

Tanthielyn arched a brow at his words as she stepped over to the chair across from Claudius, sitting down on it cross-legged. She stared at him for a while, admiring his beauty. She never really took the time to peer at the dishevelled, handsome features he has. Every time she did take a moment to pay attention to him, though, she continues to notice something she hasn't before. Some days it's the golden speckles in his fel-covered orbs, other days it's the mole just inside his smile line near his top lip. A few wrinkles become prominent on the sides of his eyes when he smiles, and he has small dimples in his cheeks. There's minuscule scars all over his face, as well, just like herself.

"Just kitten, M-m..Claud." She took in a deep breath, nodding in reassurance to herself. He never had the Master title to him, yet still called her kitten and bossed her around when needed. Not to mention the abuse..The assassin shivered, purring silently. She needed a new master before she begged Claud to take the reigns.

"Please don't." It was like he was reading her mind. He shifted uncomfortably, then sighed, "Tanthielyn, darling, I want to know what I should do with my feelings for Airyn. I haven't felt like this since we got married eons ago. And that went downhill, quickly." He taps at the skull ring that sat on his middle digit, the silver band shining in the dim lighting.

"That is because I'm a submissive, Mister Reyaielas. I took you off guard. I'm not the strong headed woman you thought I was. I'm weak. I fell hard for you. And you fell hard for me. That's all that happened. And what goes up, has to come down," she raised her hand into the air as she spoke, then slammed it down onto the table. A plume of dust rose up, making the air smell stale, drowning out the comforting scent of pine and oak wood. "As for Airyn, Ma-" She cut herself short, giving the man an apologetic glance. "Mister Rey, you should pursue your emotions for her before I beg you to put a collar on me. Because I can't take this anymore. I'm going to go insane. I need someone- something- to..to.."

Claud stood up abruptly, leaving the room for a moment. The time stretched on as Tanthielyn sat on her own, drowning in her thoughts. Had she angered him? Did he hate her that much? The Panther listened to the clock in the kitchen as the seconds flew by, each tick driving her closer to insanity. Her head swayed with the sound as she got lost in a whirlwind of negativity, ignoring mostly everything other than the old clock on the wall and the sounds of her ex-husband rummaging around for something in a different room. Her hands wouldn't stay still. Her nails took to rapping against the table idly as she waited impatiently. It was nearly silent, aside from herself and Claud.