#dusttheft

subtle clench of the muscles in curved jawline ; and steady exhale follows.   roman leans forward, bound arms leaning against his thighs as cavalier tone digs under the specialist’s skin like barbed wire, plucking at the string of anger bound in her chest.   why he had been allowed to live, she would never understand ; and countless arguments with james had only served to infuriate her more that this   …   this criminal was sitting happy as a clam in their holding cells.   if it were up to winter, he would’ve been fed to a grimm long ago.   he was never going to tell them anything, not with his pretty little neck on the line.

she also doesn’t know why she indulges the question lingering between them, laced in mockery but also a note of interest.   he knew her name.   very few in the kingdoms didn’t ; the schnee’s grasp across the lands were as vast as they were powerful.   and her father would see that all tumble down in a single generation, spitting on her grandfather’s grave.   a sigh, and royal blue eyes narrow as she fixes him with a steady gaze.   ❛   i am making my own path in life.   i don’t hide in the shadows of those before me, like a scared child.  ❜   being disinherited would be perhaps her greatest strike against her father.   he could try his best to ruin their name, but winter would not stay to help him in his endeavour.   gaze takes on an edge of suspicion, as the specialist steps closer to the open door of the holding cell.   ❛   why do you want to know?  ❜