LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS

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[callouslystalwart]

Do it

[elaphaea]

Ropekind

"Say that again."

She was holding the barbed tip of the arrow beneath his chin. He swallowed once, carefully, still smirking, and a bead of indigo blood welled from where the point dug into his skin. This arrow certainly wasn't sopor-tipped. (The first one had been, though; it's not like there was any other way he would have let her get him tied to one of the narrow tree trunks that were occasionally visible amongst the briars that covered her planet. Clever, he acknowledged with a satisfying spike of fury; she made it easy to forget that her other strife specibus was ropekind.)

"What, about my clear superiority to that purple-blooded dilettante? It's hardly my fault he couldn't back up his own big ta—"

And then she was gripping his chin. "Yes. …That." Her eyes narrowed. "You…should not say such things, and yet you do it anyway. If you persist…" A pause. "When you persist… you make me want to chase that smirk off your face…"

"Neither so lovely nor so temperate, then? What can I say, Elapha? I'm impressed."

"…You bring this out in me."

Almost pensively, she had dropped her hand from where it had been gripping his jaw, and was tracing her finger over the length of one of the thorns: such vicious barbs surrounding them. And, almost pensively, she let it prick her. When she brushed her hand across his face it left a streak of jade behind, highlighting the angle of his cheekbone. The touch was gentle; the arrow was still beneath his chin.

She reached up above his head, and the ropes tightened with a yank, but he only laughed rather than give her the satisfaction of seeing him wince.

She tossed the arrow to the side with a brief yell of frustration and raked her claws across his chest, so slow against his skin (four thin indigo lines), and he arched beneath her against the trunk of the tree, against the scrape of the bark — but still he only looked back, and smirked.

She gripped his shoulders — pressed her face close to his, so that he could see the jade filtering in beneath the grey of her irises. Her claws were digging into his shoulders. And he laughed again, softly.

"Really, Elapha, by all means keep trying: what's the worst you could do?"

She shoved him against the tree; she bit; she pressed her mouth into his: and finally he was no longer smirking.