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⠀   ⠀⠀    Gawain is without breath, his back bent in a way she could so easily snap him in half. Ordinarily, had it been any other - he would have without so much grievance - gripped the other by the neck and threatened by his demeanor alone to break them. However, this was different and although he had every desire to break the woman and have her beneath him. The sort of play, and flirting he enjoyed exchanging with her. Often times would concur in such fashion - whether or not she were undoubtedly aware of his fancy.   ⠀   ⠀⠀    The shove is enough to return him back to his feet, where he reigns himself accordingly. Turning softly to engage with her, she comes to him with means to destroy - fight him even. Gawain gladly, and most humbly obliges with the softest sweetness he could ever afford to another. Excitement bleeding through the sweetness, he is ever ready to take to her challenge - find himself beaten by her hands.   ⠀   ⠀⠀    ❝Will you meet me elsewhere? Or am I to follow you?❞ His voice is calm, and seems unlike the tone of which the situation is being presented. Still, he watches her with his emerald eyes, alike a obedient pup waiting for its directions.

     Scathach liked the way he worded his thoughts. She liked the way his eyes, so bright, followed her. Even in appearance, the Knight of the Sun was illuminated; lovely golden hair, bright emerald eyes, fair skin, strong in physique. Quite a clash with her, shadow personified. She would take pleasure in dampening that light. She could hardly believe how calm he was speaking; she had just nearly choked him. Although she was sure that in a real combat situation, he would have thrown her off (his hands were entirely free), in that moment, he wouldn’t have known if she had lethal intent or not.

     This man wanted to be treated rough, clearly. Scathach could oblige. She always did like dominating men.

     She twisted her hand in the air and her spear disappeared, and all light in the room soon followed, leaving them in darkness so thick that until Gawain’s eyes adjusted, she would be invisible to him. As she had explained to her favored student in the past; she was not dismissing the light, she was simply covering it with shadow. She held no dominion over light... until now.

     Scathach stepped slowly to Gawain, deliberately letting her footfalls be heard.

     “Would you follow me into the dark...?” she whispered, resting a hand on his stomach, feeling the muscles under his flesh... and slowly dragging her fingertips across his torso as she circled him like a predator... before coming to a halt in front of him. She was sizing him up; she had to know this would be worth it to her, after all. Mmm... she would like to bring a man of his size to his knees. She brought a hand up to run her fingertips up his throat to the base of his ear, and then down his chin. She touched him to show that she could touch him; he had not yet earned the right in return until she said so. She gently gripped his chin and turned his head down to look at her; domination did not always have to be violent.

     “The darkness is where I reign, Knight of the Sun. I would expect your... unquestioning obedience.”