[ She lifts an eyebrow irritably. To call it 'our house' was insulting on multiple levels, first that he would even feign that he acknowledged her, and then there was always his audacity to think he could claim the House at all. It was not a spirit to be claimed by men, and it was ugly and crude of him to think otherwise. Rage churns in her belly, and she imagines the inevitable day when the House will devour him.
Fey thoughts dance in her head of reaching out here and now and ripping out his throat with sharply filed nails.
She rubs the faerie ring on her finger, it is a double edged sword. Its magic makes it harder to control herself, but its powers at least keep her bloodlust from being noticed. ]
I did.
[ She responds tersely, looking away from him. It comes across as merely another gesture of her impatience with him, a ruse while she untangles her wild and vengeful thoughts. ]
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Fey thoughts dance in her head of reaching out here and now and ripping out his throat with sharply filed nails.
She rubs the faerie ring on her finger, it is a double edged sword. Its magic makes it harder to control herself, but its powers at least keep her bloodlust from being noticed. ]
I did.
[ She responds tersely, looking away from him. It comes across as merely another gesture of her impatience with him, a ruse while she untangles her wild and vengeful thoughts. ]