[ He continues watching her intently, cool demeanor only melting a little in quiet amusement at her vehemence. She's such a study of contradictions. Wavering between Valkyrie and Florence Nightingale. Absorbed as she is, it'd be easy to attack her. Blast her with lightning. Twist her neck off her spine and leave her sprawled in the gutter. Why not? It wouldn't add very much to the stone bleakness of his recent routine, and at least he'd be sure she wouldn't pursue him again once he took off. ]
[ (Except, watching her, he feels a haze of emotion so tangled and sharp it's almost sister to regret, and he can't begin to dissect it rationally. He just knows it's there, and it's been there for awhile. Exactly how long is something he'd rather not consider right now.) ]
It doesn't matter. Ignorance is bliss for a reason. [ Because he'd rather have her at his throat, than reveal what he's keeping from her. The destruction of his blood-sodden sleeve gets a raised eyebrow. But the whole tac-suit will need replacement anyway. He stands patiently for her ministrations, not like a prisoner biding his time, but like a well-behaved soldier. The wound throbs deeply, but he doesn't let it show. He just rolls his neck from side to side, working out the kinks before fixing her with that same level stare. ]
[ It's neither warm nor cool. But it's not the look of an enemy. It's too intimate. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ (Except, watching her, he feels a haze of emotion so tangled and sharp it's almost sister to regret, and he can't begin to dissect it rationally. He just knows it's there, and it's been there for awhile. Exactly how long is something he'd rather not consider right now.) ]
It doesn't matter. Ignorance is bliss for a reason. [ Because he'd rather have her at his throat, than reveal what he's keeping from her. The destruction of his blood-sodden sleeve gets a raised eyebrow. But the whole tac-suit will need replacement anyway. He stands patiently for her ministrations, not like a prisoner biding his time, but like a well-behaved soldier. The wound throbs deeply, but he doesn't let it show. He just rolls his neck from side to side, working out the kinks before fixing her with that same level stare. ]
[ It's neither warm nor cool. But it's not the look of an enemy. It's too intimate. ]