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The glare in her eyes never once fell flat. On the contrary, green gaze rolled in annoyance at the defiance that was continuously thrown her way and through all that tangled mess she found herself in, her free arm still somehow slithered up to deliver a decent momentum to his face in the form of a backhand slap. “Oh, sweet mother of Hell, shut your trap already…!” full lips mumbled in annoyance. Why did this all feel like she was trying to knock some sense into a misbehaving child? “Should i remind you that it was you whom so rudely subtracted a lady from a formal celebration in order to forcefully interrogate her intentions in the most unpleasant environment?” damn, the sarcasm was thick in each word.

The feeling of the cooling appendages around her form did rise an eyebrow though; if he was expecting a shiver, well, her already chilled form wasn’t that susceptible to the temperature change. However, if anything this action, combined with his last remarks, would be considered an offer for agreeableness, one way or another. So, finally, she might be getting some results. She still resented him though for expecting her to declare her nature out loud like this.

“Such an insufferable little man you are lately, Tine…” hand struggled to slip down to her purse, long fingers pulling the zipper and blindly fumbling through the contents. “My kind are the ones earthlings refer to guardians or saints or the virtuous ones or God’s right hand or God’s messengers.” with each term that passed her lips her dismay and annoyance grew; obviously she was actively avoiding saying the one term that would’ve perfectly described her. “Also, my kind posses a very specific trait that is exclusive to us. That would be a pair of wings sprouting from our shoulder blades. It just so happened that my wings had been stolen from me.” by this point she felt as if she was explaining herself to a mentally impaired child whom she had to repeat the same thing to tens of times before they understood it.

“We’ve first made the acquaintance at the Red Viper. On our second encounter we’ve visited a French restaurant where i suspect you’ve been awfully polite by hiding your disgust with the caviar i choose for our entrees. Also, in your fondness, you’ve gifted me a souvenir,” slipping from her purse her hand gingerly held at eye level a ruby encrusted cross brooch, a belonging he’d so easily estranged to her himself. “From that point on… well, let us say our vast and diverse interactions do not justify you not recognizing who i am.”

The temptation to bite her hand off came to him swiftly after she delivered her slap but he restrained. There would be plenty of time to pick her apart piece by piece after she presented her ‘evidence’. Maybe this was why he didn’t interact with women (or at least had no memory of doing so) if they were all as, as…SOMETHING! as this one. Gods look at him, he’s so annoyed by this whole confusing situation he can’t even think of a proper insult.

Her insults were responded to with a scoff in his throat but otherwise he stayed quiet as she explained herself. Angel. Just say you’re an angel you pompous little…fucking! Fool! That’ll have to do. She’s a fool! Fool! Fool! Fool! A fallen angel and a fool that has some ridiculous plan and going to great lengths to make him believe they knew one another. 

Met at his old club? Oh how unexpected! Did she think of that all by herself? Oh gold star for you miss fool. And a French restaurant? Was she even trying or was she taking notes from those sappy rom-coms that were all the rage with humans? His patience was wearing thinner and thinner by the second, waiting for her to finish up so he could start getting the real truth out of her.

The brooch thrust in his face made him scowl. It certainly looked like something he had owned but that meant nothing. She could have found a duplicate or stolen it from his wardrobe. She had already proved her speed and nimble fingers, calling her a thief wasn’t outlandish by any means.

“Finished?!” He spat, the tendrils around her heating up once more. “If this is the best you can do-” A hand reached up to swat the brooch out of his face. “-then I suggest you-”

It is cold tonight and a lady such as yourself deserves a meal by moonlight.

Tine stopped. Literally. Like a doll with its batteries suddenly yanked out he was motionless, frozen in expression and pose.

“Well my dear I did say it is a courtesy to by one dinner first before trying to put something of yours inside them.”

When did he say this?

“And without sounding too brash, I would be very interested in granting you such an experience.Though perhaps with more of a pleasurable than deadly sense in mind.”

Why did he say this?! He could hear himself saying these words, see himself admiring this brooch attached to a shawl draped over…over…

“I…..know you.”

The tendrils around her fell limp and crumbled away like fine sand. There was something in Tine’s eye now.. Something that had never been shown to another being since he was very very young.

“I know you.”

However, the following second Tine fell flat on his words, a thin brow arched and the Fallen visibly scoffed. The withering of those binding appendages only seemed to reinforce her impression as truthful. Oh, so it was finally dawning on him that she wasn’t running her mouth for nothing? “About dammed time...” a venomous comment slipped past her full lips as she retrieved herself, casually dusting the remaining fine dust off of her garments. By the glare in her eye it was obvious her indignation had not vanished yet, but at least now she didn’t have to trouble herself with knocking sense into this idiot.

...speaking of idiots, why did Tine look so... so... unnerving? That single eye of his so wide and surprised, lips parted only for him to repeatedly mumble his realization, the fact that he was frozen in place. Those were all details she’d never thought she’d see planted on a creature of his caliber. Truthfully, it made her feel uneasy enough to back half a step away from him, green eyes staring with suspicion and...almost concern, maybe? Because while he just sat there she’d be force to witness it and this was uncomfortable in the least.

“....” perhaps she should’ve said something, reach out and touch him perhaps, but in a brief moment of lucidity [panic] she’d resumed to a rather extreme but knowingly efficient tactic. Delivering a switch high heeled kick to his face. Again. Though this time the intention was to snap him out of it and not directly inflict pain.

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Perhaps turning violent was a brash decision; after all it did end her up in this tangles mess of…. what even were those? Ribbons? Rope? Tentacles? Whatever those were, Adrianna was under the heavy impression that this was such an ironic overkill from his behalf. Not that slashing his face open with her footwear was appropriate, but as far as she was concerned, she’d already put up with his behavior long enough. Even if by this moment Tine seemed genuine in his paranoia and caution, if she were to get to the bottom of this event she’d do it on her own accord.

Upon being yanked by the hair a groan of obvious discomfort and frustration left her as she arched a brow in his direction. “Im not in the mood to be courted like this.” her free leg yanked upwards, kneeing through whatever guts he would’ve formed inside all the way towards his spine, just for the sake of introducing him to more pain since she knew damn well he was capable enough to feel that. And because the space between them was so confined and those binds were too strong to rip through, might as well play his game for a little longer, no matter how annoyed she was getting with the circumstances.

Turning on her heel, muscular form pushed her shoulder right into his chest, swirling his form around and binding his form and hers like a spindle in those long appendages before pushing him against a wall, knocking off several boxes while doing so. If the Fallen had to be up close and personal with this serpent she’d do it on her own accord, with a strong leg between his and face glaring only a breath away from his.

“Oh, you know quite well what i’m capable of. Or, at least, you used to know. So up until you’ll remember those very important details i strongly suggest you restrain yourself.” shoulders was pressed harder against his chest, as if to prove her point. “Let us was a civilized discussion and perhaps i could offer you further proof that you are, indeed, the biggest moron right now.”

He was ready this time. The swift knee to his stomach was painful but the damaged could have been considerably worse had he not shifted around the organs inside him. Still hurt like a bitch but at least there was no internal bleeding to worry about.

The harsh shoulder to his chest broke a rib or two but not much he could have done to avoid that. At her words he barked a laugh.

“If this is your idea of civilized I would hate to see the counterpart.” 

Despite his ego and firm believe he could do no wrong, her insistent and unwavering conviction to her ‘act’ was beggining to form cracks in his resolve. There were certain inconsistencies in his memories he couldn’t explain, a fact he had brushed under the rug and yet this woman was pulling said rug out from under his feet.

Needless to say he did not enjoy the feeling.

“Very well, I will let you say your piece.” A frown took his lips as he stared down at her, methaphorically given they were face to face.

“But first, you will tell I what manner of creature you are. Do not, and I will be as deaf to your words as you are blind to reality.”

The strings wrapped around her grew cold. A small reminder she could take the reins all she wanted.

The feeling of the cooling appendages around her form did rise an eyebrow though; if he was expecting a shiver, well, her already chilled form wasn’t that susceptible to the temperature change. However, if anything this action, combined with his last remarks, would be considered an offer for agreeableness, one way or another. So, finally, she might be getting some results. She still resented him though for expecting her to declare her nature out loud like this.

“Such an insufferable little man you are lately, Tine...” hand struggled to slip down to her purse, long fingers pulling the zipper and blindly fumbling through the contents. “My kind are the ones earthlings refer to guardians or saints or the virtuous ones or God’s right hand or God’s messengers.” with each term that passed her lips her dismay and annoyance grew; obviously she was actively avoiding saying the one term that would’ve perfectly described her. “Also, my kind posses a very specific trait that is exclusive to us. That would be a pair of wings sprouting from our shoulder blades. It just so happened that my wings had been stolen from me.” by this point she felt as if she was explaining herself to a mentally impaired child whom she had to repeat the same thing to tens of times before they understood it.

“We’ve first made the acquaintance at the Red Viper. On our second encounter we’ve visited a French restaurant where i suspect you’ve been awfully polite by hiding your disgust with the caviar i choose for our entrees. Also, in your fondness, you’ve gifted me a souvenir,” slipping from her purse her hand gingerly held at eye level a ruby encrusted cross brooch, a belonging he’d so easily estranged to her himself. “From that point on... well, let us say our vast and diverse interactions do not justify you not recognizing who i am.”

“I recognized your smell. Also someone came around the pub, telling me that there was a lady around, beating up all the trash that came onto her. White hair and all. Well, had to be you.” Bandit gave her a smile. It sure had been a while, he had wondered if he was ever gonna see her again.

“Surprisingly well off, if i were to be truthful in my own testimony,” a light chuckle followed “Visited a coupe of continents, acquired several items of designer brand clothing... Quite frankly, i’ve been so distracted by the trivialities of the realm i’ve had no time to get down and dirty like i used to.” green eyes squinted for a brief second, subtly implying a double edged meaning to her last statement.

“What about yourself, Devilseed? How’s business manifesting lately?”