Out of the frying pan...

Favorite Movies-11/??-Rise of the Guardians (2012)

Except…she wasn’t laughing. She was being serious, wasn’t she? Wyn straightened herself out quickly, wiping away the tears induced by her sudden giggle-fit. “O-Oh, sorry. You weren’t joking. You honestly think I could get in to that program?” she asked.

Fiyera waited for the woman to stop laughing, a small smile on her face. "You would fly through. You almost beat Stark's security system, they definitely want you on their side."

[ her nails rake roughly over Fiyera’s clothing, tearing them down the middle, baring her flesh to Lilith’s eye ]

[ her hand brushes over the redhead’s sternum, red lines like claws scraping deep gashes into her flesh, watching the crimson liquid spill out of her, the happiness making her eyes glow, almost too bright ]

Organs, I think, yes? I’ll start slow.

[ her hand moving to Fiyera’s right side, she sinks her nails into the flesh, an almost clinical precision allowing her to detach the appendix from its host, and drop it on the floor, closing up the wound neatly, with a graceful gesturing of her hand, placing her fingers in her mouth and licking them clean ]