Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20161108204158/@comment-8723280-20170213093402

She tracked his movements wearily, coral eyes narrowing as he came closer.

Like a caged wolf back into a corner, all aggression and no taste for mercy. However, they widened momentarily when he picked up Electrum, perusing it for a moment that left a bad taste in her mouth. And that gut instinct proved too good to be true, when after a moment, he threw it away into a closet where she couldn't get it.

"Hey!" Lucina interjected, eyes darting to where she knew her whip was, behind a closed door. She didn't like the feeling of being weaponless, nor of her weapon being out of reach. That whip was hers, an extension of herself. Being without it was like the loss of a limb, so deeply embedded that she glared up at him.

Her scowl twitched out of place when he came down to her, and actually let out of her bonds. Her jaw clenched and un-clenched at the action, before testing it to be true. And it was, a small part of her surprised at that. It took a couple minutes to get out of all the layers, and knotted material but finally, sweat slick under her leather jacket, she was untangled.

She gave a distrustful look towards him, running a hand through her ruffled brown hair, before hunger won out. He didn't even pay attention anyways, watching tv and eating, so after a pause, she went to take him up on his offer. There was certainly a plate of omelette left, and a fork, so she took up both and simply perched there.

Lucina took a few bites out of it. It tasted fine.