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From Braeden: "Hey, I made you food."
She blinked at the plate and arched a brow so high it might well have just walked off of her forehead. "What's in it? An apology?" She cocked her head, and smirked at him. "Arsenic?" She took the plate anyway. "Guess we'll find out. Either I'm about to drop dead..." she offered him an apologetic look as soon as the words left her mouth -- touchy subject -- and laughed. "Or maybe fall in love all over again."
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Blood and Darkness
❝ what has gotten into you? ❞
Braeden heard the whispered words from beside him, his hands tightened on the hilts of the blades at his hips. "What's gotten into you?" He tore his gaze from their target, a Darkspear who had been carousing throughout Orgrimmar all night, and who had now wandered drunkenly into the drag. His eyes flared a cold blue before refocusing upon Azanae, their eyes mirrored each other now, something he'd grown used to. Pacts made had bound them even more tightly to one another than their vows and son had. "He's in my way." Braeden growled quietly, fury unrestrained in that look. "Each one of them is in my way. They stand between us and those who came for our family. The ones HE wants? They can die quiet, they can die fast. But the ones we want? It won't be fast, it won't be quiet, and I promise it won't be fucking painless." Well worn leather creaked quietly as he eased the grip on his blades, his eyes refusing to look away from her own. "They wanted me to become a killer again, to force me to become a killer again by threatening our family. I left that life behind. I wanted to focus on our family, to work on our business and turn one ship into more than the three we have. They wouldn't take no for an answer, Azanae. They killed you, they tried to kill Thaellan." The laugh that escaped his lips was not friendly, nor was it amused. "They should have known better. I was the Spider of Ravenholdt. They once feared what would happen if I was provoked. If they consider that provocation, I have no words for this. They will remember, all of them, this message. My family is never to be fucked with. They are all going to die, and I will conduct a symphony in their pain and their blood that reaches every dark corner of this world, and they will mark it well, that we are not to be provoked." "What's gotten into me? Rage, fury, and all of the things from a life that I tried to leave behind. We're going to remind them what happens when you challenge a storm that you cannot possibly control."
@echo-of-her
@braedensunstorm
Blood and Darkness:
"Hello there, Trouble."
"Hello, there, Trouble," she repeated at him, mimicking his tone with the addition of a low purr. She stepped in close, brushing past him in a whisper of leather. She bore the scent of Gilneas' rainfall. Pine, earth, petrichor. It wasn't something she indulged in often, but she had grown fond of the scent from earlier smuggling days. She sat herself down at the table that dominated the center of the room, propping her boots upon it with the soft whine of the leather, beginning the task of cleaning under her fingernails with the tip of her dagger. Glancing up at him, she raised a brow. "If you're looking for trouble," she smirked lazily, leaning just faintly toward him in the middle of her task as her voice lowered to a whisper. "Have ya tried checking your reflection first?"
Blood and Darkness:
"That could have gone better."
Azanae's tomblight eyes glanced down very slowly at the stain of spiced rum now soaking through her bodice. She looked at him over her brow, the corner of her lips quirking faintly. "That could have gone better," he offered, sheepish. She didn't speak right away, just dragged two fingers through the soaked fabric, inspecting as if she were checking the vintage. She drew her fingertips up to her lips and licked them clean, very deliberately. "Mmm. Shame to waste good liquor." Her eyes moved to lock with his, canting her head just slightly as she propped one hand on her hip, leaning into it. "If you're feelin' sorry, you can always get down here and lick up what's left. Spill on my corset again though and the next drink is goin' down your trousers."
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Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
Braeden is... I'm afraid boring about this. He's fine with being called pet names, they never bothered him, but his go-to for Azanae is "Love". She, on teh other hand, typically calls him "Idiot" though it's meant affectionately, and typically comes with a roll of her eyes.
@echo-of-her for mentions.
Thanks for the ask @safrona-shadowsun
Risking getting stabbed, repeatedly, to kiss you in the Row is the best choice I made.
"A kiss in the Row was the best choice you ever made?" Azanae peered at the paper in front of her, nose crinkling almost as if she had tasted something bitter. After a few moments, her face softened a bit. "Gods, Braeden... that is the saddest thing I ever heard." She smirked then, crinkling the paper and tossing it toward a waste basket in the corner. A span of silence stretched after, peering toward it as if recalling the words of the page, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth with a breathy chuckle before she spoke again. "I have to admit though, you always did know where to place your bets. Count your blessings that I had other plans for that mouth."
