Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING
Her command was sharp, but it was her grip that was sharper, pushing him against the wall with hands on his shoulders, nails biting into skin even through the layers of fabric. Deadly weapons, those talons of hers, as she had proven on several occasions prior, though the marks in the junction between neck and shoulder that she had so nicely scarred before were looked at with admiration than scorn. A crass press of fingertips to the raised crescent scars when he spotted them in the mirror, as if trying to imprint the memory in this fingerprints.
Were he not in the layers of his usual suit, those claws might have done more damage this time, too.
“Such anger, little sabertusk,” he said with soft curl of his lip, an edge of amusement to his words. Her hands were fierce, but her strength meant little against his; he could snap her wrist if he wished, though, he knew, not without backlash, for this woman was a fighter.
“Is this truly an attempt to keep me from your princess?” he mused, though despite what Vitus had led the handmaiden to believe, he was merely to escort the princess. His hands would not even touch royal skin unless Lunafreya chose to resist. “Or is your insistence to keep me here more…personal?”