Post by pandora on Apr 8, 2011 8:44:52 GMT 10
Title: Fire and Ice
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 249
Pairing: Team Regicide - Delia/Josiane
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Delia has her own plans for Josiane. WARNING: Implied Violence.
Josiane cocks her head to the side. "You think I should kill Alanna?" She purses her lips, slowly tipping her head the other way. "That wasn't the plan," she states.
Delia smiles, gently brushing her fingers through Josiane's hair. "Just think of it, my love; to be the one to kill the Lioness," she coos, "to defeat her when both Roger and Alex have failed..."
Josiane's eyes wander away and Delia knows she is daydreaming of the kill, she can see it in those crystal clear eyes, madness lurking just below the surface.
Delia smiles slowly to herself, her eyes cast down, everything is falling into place.
She looks back up to find those wide ice-eyes burning into her own. A clawed hand lashes out to grab her wrist and Delia holds her breath.
"What do you get out of this?" Josiane's voice is cold, void of emotion, and yet Delia feels the words burn deep into her flesh.
Delia tries to slow her heart-beat and carefully forces her mouth into a smile, praying that Josiane would miss the fear in her eyes. "Just your happiness, my dear. I know how much you want this." She moves closer. "How much you need this."
Josiane bites her lip. "Can I play with her? After?"
Delia leans in and brushes her lips to the other woman's soft cheek, purring, "Once you've killed her you can do anything you want."
Josiane pulls away, her eyes alight with determination. “I will tell Roger.”
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 249
Pairing: Team Regicide - Delia/Josiane
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Delia has her own plans for Josiane. WARNING: Implied Violence.
Josiane cocks her head to the side. "You think I should kill Alanna?" She purses her lips, slowly tipping her head the other way. "That wasn't the plan," she states.
Delia smiles, gently brushing her fingers through Josiane's hair. "Just think of it, my love; to be the one to kill the Lioness," she coos, "to defeat her when both Roger and Alex have failed..."
Josiane's eyes wander away and Delia knows she is daydreaming of the kill, she can see it in those crystal clear eyes, madness lurking just below the surface.
Delia smiles slowly to herself, her eyes cast down, everything is falling into place.
She looks back up to find those wide ice-eyes burning into her own. A clawed hand lashes out to grab her wrist and Delia holds her breath.
"What do you get out of this?" Josiane's voice is cold, void of emotion, and yet Delia feels the words burn deep into her flesh.
Delia tries to slow her heart-beat and carefully forces her mouth into a smile, praying that Josiane would miss the fear in her eyes. "Just your happiness, my dear. I know how much you want this." She moves closer. "How much you need this."
Josiane bites her lip. "Can I play with her? After?"
Delia leans in and brushes her lips to the other woman's soft cheek, purring, "Once you've killed her you can do anything you want."
Josiane pulls away, her eyes alight with determination. “I will tell Roger.”
QC by PeroxidePirate