( Nico looks at him hard, pinpricks of amber slipping from her palms to fizzle out against the ground as a beat of silence stretches between them. She notices for the first time that Sephiroth seems somehow wrong: his smile is sincere but predatory, his eyes are bright but wickedly piercing, and the part of him that wants to play has been steeped in something a little more cruel than she would have expected from him. It's unsettling, to say the least. Nico was beginning to enjoy the company of the man who taught her how to plant bulbs in the Coven's greenhouse, but this? The Moons have turned him into someone recognisable but not; someone different enough to put her on her guard. )
You're serious, ain't—
( The tip of his sword skims across the front of her chest, so close that for one awful beat Nico wonders whether she isn't about to split open in front of him. It catches her breath in her throat, makes gooseflesh rise to her skin and her pupils tighten with fear, and the thud of her heart flushes hotter, louder, as it quickens to a distracting pound. )
... Fine.
( Fear, it turns out, is one hell of an emotion. The woods seem to reel around them as she speaks through the onslaught of her panicked senses, her body translating it into a kind of morbid excitement in the hopes it might help her survive. Every cell seems to thrum with it. )
If that's what you want, let's do this — but you're gonna have to catch me first.
( First left, then right. Nico hurls the fireballs towards him before turning to sprint into the trees; she needs to buy herself a little time to pull her magic to the surface again and shape it into something useful. Branches and bushes are pushed aside as she wills the shimmer in her veins to just respond — but where the full moons strengthen the Monsters, they leech the Witches of the one thing that could protect them. )
no subject
... Escape?
( Nico looks at him hard, pinpricks of amber slipping from her palms to fizzle out against the ground as a beat of silence stretches between them. She notices for the first time that Sephiroth seems somehow wrong: his smile is sincere but predatory, his eyes are bright but wickedly piercing, and the part of him that wants to play has been steeped in something a little more cruel than she would have expected from him. It's unsettling, to say the least. Nico was beginning to enjoy the company of the man who taught her how to plant bulbs in the Coven's greenhouse, but this? The Moons have turned him into someone recognisable but not; someone different enough to put her on her guard. )
You're serious, ain't—
( The tip of his sword skims across the front of her chest, so close that for one awful beat Nico wonders whether she isn't about to split open in front of him. It catches her breath in her throat, makes gooseflesh rise to her skin and her pupils tighten with fear, and the thud of her heart flushes hotter, louder, as it quickens to a distracting pound. )
... Fine.
( Fear, it turns out, is one hell of an emotion. The woods seem to reel around them as she speaks through the onslaught of her panicked senses, her body translating it into a kind of morbid excitement in the hopes it might help her survive. Every cell seems to thrum with it. )
If that's what you want, let's do this — but you're gonna have to catch me first.
( First left, then right. Nico hurls the fireballs towards him before turning to sprint into the trees; she needs to buy herself a little time to pull her magic to the surface again and shape it into something useful. Branches and bushes are pushed aside as she wills the shimmer in her veins to just respond — but where the full moons strengthen the Monsters, they leech the Witches of the one thing that could protect them. )
Fuck, fuck— come on!