Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20161108204158/@comment-8723280-20170305221049

"If you were anyone else?" Lucina nettled, running a hand through her hair. That barked a laugh out of her, rough and coarse in her throat. For a brief moment, coral eyes darted to where her whip was; hidden behind the door's surface. She could go get it. Her whip was an extension of herself; her will.

But there was a knife behind her, on the counter top. It was metal, yes blunt, but under the grasp of a Huntsmen, anything could be a weapon.

So she took it, anyways, brandishing it by her side, as she went towards the door, keeping a reasonable distance between them. She may be impulsive, but Lucina's not stupid. She listened, she learned. "Why the hell do you care?" The woman shot back, narrowing her eyes at him.

If she lived, if she died; if anything happened to her, why would it be his business? It's fucking not, so what the fuck?

"You don't know me. You're the asshole who harassed me on a whim." Lucina stated, edging closer to the door, voice raising above what would normally be called an 'inside voice'. "And you're certainly not a fucking Hunter. So, why do you care?"