LAP PROMPTS — [ STUMBLE ] : @gntlets
ambessa, over her brief period of observation, found her interest piqued by violet. a strong little wolf, no doubt. fearless and headstrong in her approach to everything, even the matriarch of war herself. it brought her some measure of ire swirling within her intrigue: those who were not afraid of her might foolishly believe themselves harbouring a strength mighty enough to challenge her. something that, over her brutal and merciless years, had been proven time and time again to be a futile endeavour.
the unwarranted body that lands in her lap fails to startle her — the sudden weight comparable to that of a lamb — but instead elicits a smirk that curls at the corners of scarred lips, amused and goading. violet had been ranting, pacing back and forth before ambessa's slouched position, about something so inconsequential she had opted to merely tune out. the gilded chalice of wine held between a sizeable hand, brimming with ruby red wine, fails to even teeter with the disruption.
one arm, possessing her drink, is draped over the back of the plush lounge she'd long since claimed as her own during her unprecedented residency. the other is at her side, palm resting atop an impressively thick thigh. it seemed that, when another bout of drivel began to pour from the others mouth, she'd spun too quickly on her heel; the rug slipping with the swift turn.
with the new addition to her lap, ambessa's languorous form does not shift — all but the hand that had previously been residing in violet's current position remains as was. unabashed in her every move, as she always was, an empty hand settles across her hip. if there was one thing about the warlord, it was that she took great pleasure in pushing. poking and prodding to better decipher those around her.
despite barbarous nature and exceptional strength, the touch was uncharacteristically tender — deceptively so. " well well . . . what a pleasant surprise. " despite red leather slumped back against her chest, it isn't difficult to hear ambessa's smirk, unmistakably predacious: wolfish.