spinatalltale | [WEEK 1, WEDNESDAY EVENING: Jacobo]

[ he's agile enough that if she reaches out to grasp his neck, he will gladly and efficiently do the same in turn -- jacopo is surprisingly unfazed initially. but his expression gradually distorts into something of a wolfish smirk.

his grasp is firm, but it isn't tight, no -- however his fingers press into her skin like he could easily make it so if he wanted to. he's not going to because styx it is week fucking 1 and these two are borderline strangling each other. ]

Your move.

[she watches him from under her lidded gaze, he own expression languid as a smile curls up the corners of her lips as well. it's sharp, but not disappointed]

My. If I had a knife instead of my bare hands, you'd be dead right now.

[she says. she doesn't move her hand, but she isn't aiming to tighten her grasp to actually strangle him, either. after all. . . this was just a test]

Edited 2017-08-10 23:55 (UTC)

The difference between us—

[ his smile doesn't falter, but it does darken. his fingers press a bit deeper. ]

Is that I don't need a knife to kill you right now.

[ jacopo doesn't have to, either. she's not going to do anything due to one word and one word only:

laphicet.

so without further ado, he shoves her away. it's rather crass and absolutely no way to treat a lady, but! ]

Tch. Are you done here, witch?

[her grip slips as she's shoved away (she isn't strong enough to keep a hold of it, not compared to the force with which he pushes her), and although she stumbles, it's easy enough for her to find her balance. she brings a hand up, running the tips of her fingers across the front of her neck-- she can still feel the pressure of his hand, although it's fading quickly]

You pass. It's acceptable.

[and then she drops and folds her arms]

But do try to keep an eye out for errant weapons. You may not need a knife to kill someone, but if the person with the knife gets to you first, then that hardly matters.

I know. Blocking a knife isn't as difficult as you think it is—

But you should work on that grip of yours.

[ god, witches. they're all the same, aren't they? ]

Tch. Your affection for him is almost endearing. I wonder if you'd be willing to shed blood for that boy.

I'm a witch, not a berserker. Physical strength isn't my forte.

[PLZ]

And don't misunderstand me. It isn't affection.

[not in the traditional sense, anyway. Magilou couldn't feel that sort of affection-- not the sort of surface fondness one has for those that they're close to. sure, she was legitimately fond of Laphicet in her own way. somewhere, deep down in her heart, she thought of him as her friend and comrade. for her own selfish reasons, for her own sake, she did not want to see him dead]

[but that part of her felt like being stabbed in the heart, over and over and over again. it was easier to focus on the rest]

I promised the kiddo I wouldn't tell anyone his story, so I won't bore you with the droll details.

But he needs to survive. For the sake of our entire world, he needs to live.

[ there's a part of him that understands in his own, strange little way. he didn't know the details, but he did understand the sentiment.

the universe is a complicated and vast place. it's tiring, sometimes.

jacopo is silent. he begins to turn, as though he's about to leave, but then suddenly stops. ]

He cares about you too, you know.

[ah]

[and there it is]

[feelings (ugh) of actual caring (gross) and being reminded that there is at least one little twerp on this stupid island whose death would legitimately make her heart wrench with pain]

[she hates it. she hates it. what has she ever gained from caring about others? a miserable childhood. a heart ground to dust. a heart incapable of feeling anything except whimsical interest in whatever happened to catch her fancy]

[. . . a pack of comrades and misfits. a group of criminals, cast aside by the world. people who understood her desire to keep a distance, but still had her back, no matter the circumstances]

[her fingers curl tightly against her arm as she turns away, trying her best to pull back the indifference she had relied upon for so long]

He's a good kid.

[WEEK 1, WEDNESDAY EVENING: Jacobo]

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