clawstrike

[ His head cocks to the side, a slow, dark amusement dimpling the corner of his cheek while the thumb resting on her throat presses just enough to feel the accelerated rhythm of her heart. A single dark eyebrow twitches upward at her bold defiance, his dark eyes glittering under the dim light as he absorbs her playfulness not intimidated in the least, but intensely entertained. That sharp fang catches his lower lip once more, tugging it lightly before he releases it with a low, amused hum that vibrates against her skin. ]
            
            " Playing with fire and bragging about the burns before they even scar ( ... ) bold move for a wolf sitting on my bar. " [ He slants a slow, dangerously charming smirk up at her, leaning in closer until his breath brushes against her ear, his jaw tightening slightly in a subtle display of predatory focus. ] " 'Enemies to whatever'? You think this is a trope, doll? Keep pushing your luck and you’ll find out real quick how unfair we can really be pretty face and all. " [ His free hand slides up the edge of the bar, right beside hers, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wood before he glances up through his dark lashes, eyes locking dead onto hers. ] " Now ( ... ) are you going to keep provoking the danger, or are you going to tell me what you want or waiting for me to show you what a vampire actually do ? "

the grin that crosses the lycan’s face is quite animalistic, as if she’s intentionally trying to prove his point. or maybe it’s because his “little wolf” nickname, one that is absolutely not just for her, is amusing. maybe she likes it. who knows? she sure as hell doesn’t! she leans forward a little, her hands curling around the edge of his bar. the very same one that she’s sitting on—- likely the whole reason she’s testing his patience this time.
            
            “you can talk all the shit you want, but i’d say we’re pretty evenly matched.”  she doesn’t pull away from his hand on her jaw, nor does she when it moves down to her throat. if anything, she leans into it. what really is self-preservation, anyway? it’s the mention of her pack that has her smile faltering slightly. green eyes flick over him, assessing his softer spots and then she’s grinning at him again.  “i happen to love a good enemies to whatever, so why can’t i live it? hm? it seems pretty unfair, especially when all of you vampires are always so… pretty.”
            @crimsonhour 

[ A low, quiet huff of laughter escapes him, his head tilting back just enough to catch the dim light against the small silver bar in his right eyebrow and the dark studs lining his ears. His dark eyes lock back onto hers with a lazy, deliberate intensity as he takes a slow step forward, closing the distance until the faint warmth of her breath contrasts against his cool skin. A subtle twitch in his jaw signals his amusement, a sharp fang catching his bottom lip before his expression settles into a slow, dangerous smirk. ]
            
            " 'Cute' ? That’s a risky word for a little wolf to use around someone who could snap that pretty neck before your heart even finishes its next 'fluttery' beat, doll. " [ He speaks softly, his velvet tone dropping into an intimate, dangerous murmur. He reaches out slowly, the tip of his thumb tracing the sharp line of her jawline before trailing down toward the pulse beating softly in her throat. ] " A traitor to your pack or a toy to my kind either way, you’re playing with fire. And you seem far too eager to get burned. "

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