#oftragity

“Calm down? No, I don’t think so..” She growled as she felt as though her tongue dripped venom. Eyes weren’t filled with anything but fury, as she pinned him there she felt as though she was going to explode, the massive amount to anger that boiled in her veins as Rafaello attempted to calm her down. “How did you EXPECT me to react? This- THIS is normal and I don’t think you can even begin to IMAGINE how i feel right now.” Her fingers curled into his coat as she hissed.

Rafaello didn’t know how to react, or how to respond. His instincts were telling him to push her away from him, but this was Pandora. He couldn’t do that, not even if he wanted to. And so he simply stood there, slightly dumbfounded and hoping that she wasn’t going to attack him in some way.

Ever since Abstergo found her under the Colosseum, the rest of the world considered her dead.  Abstergo considered her theirs forever.  Instead, she focused on finding a way to get those Assassins she was sent to bringing nonviolently to escape instead.  So far, the Templars hadn’t caught on.  It was only a matter of time, though.

“...How about we take this route?”

“...Are you being serious, child? That is not going to get us anywhere.”

“You may not be a statue in a museum, but you’re certainly a work of art.” The woman grinned sheepishly, not sure whether she was teasing him or not, she stepped closer to him, fingers touching out against his abdomen, nails grazing across. Pandora could tell that he was enjoying this, how the teasing and just her gawking at him when she entered the bathroom was enough to keep that grin plastered to his lips.

Those words drew a laugh from Rafaello, allowing her to reach out to touch him as she stepped nearer.