❝ YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE QUITE A NUMBER of enemies if you keep doing this. ❞ the sharp fumes of the vial she cradles in her palm surrounds them in a haze of HEADACHES & DEEP BREATHS; zoya doesn’t do much to hide her the distaste that crinkles her nose as she takes her place behind mal. ❝ of course, you don’t seem to be too bothered by that fact. ❞ a certain strain of curiosity appends to her already silken tone while she lets her eyes linger over each splotch of blue - black & EACH RIVER OF DARK RED on his exposed skin. following a momentary tightening of her brow, she takes her time soaking the corners of the healer’s cloth in the vial & dabbing at the first laceration of many.
❝ CHALLENGING ADRIK WAS RISKY, oretsev, or did you forget that you’re only an otkazat’sya. ❞ she’s sure that her implications would be detected & understood, but just to make her point GLARINGLY apparent, she pushes the cloth onto the edge of another cut, knowing full well that the sting would serve as a reminder. ❝ don’t mistake me, though, i’m sure these will leave scars--- & i love scars on a man. ❞
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