( Nico's breath stutters in the back of her throat as Sephiroth closes the space between them, silver-pale yet somehow dark as the night encroaching in on them from all sides. It thrills through her body like so much electricity — keeps her rooted to the spot as her gaze snags on the luxurious spread of his wings — and her pupils pinprick on yet another rush of adrenaline that floods its way through her core.
No, this isn't better. This is deeply, arrestingly worse, in no small part because of how easily he rids himself of his sword. Sephiroth is a man confident enough to hunt with little more than his own physicality, and that has Nico's pulse thundering in her throat. When she speaks again it's a just a little breathless, just a little ragged around the edges: )
... You're a real piece of work, you know that?
( But the tension is too much, and Nico is bold — bold enough to try one last attempt to throw him off. She wreathes her hand in a weak shimmer of flame and curls her fingers into a fist, which she pulls back and swings on a wild trajectory to connect with Sephiroth's jaw. It feels like a desperate, slightly manic gesture, if only because she already doubts that she'll land her hit, but she refuses to let herself be cowed when he hasn't so much as touched her. )
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( Nico's breath stutters in the back of her throat as Sephiroth closes the space between them, silver-pale yet somehow dark as the night encroaching in on them from all sides. It thrills through her body like so much electricity — keeps her rooted to the spot as her gaze snags on the luxurious spread of his wings — and her pupils pinprick on yet another rush of adrenaline that floods its way through her core.
No, this isn't better. This is deeply, arrestingly worse, in no small part because of how easily he rids himself of his sword. Sephiroth is a man confident enough to hunt with little more than his own physicality, and that has Nico's pulse thundering in her throat. When she speaks again it's a just a little breathless, just a little ragged around the edges: )
... You're a real piece of work, you know that?
( But the tension is too much, and Nico is bold — bold enough to try one last attempt to throw him off. She wreathes her hand in a weak shimmer of flame and curls her fingers into a fist, which she pulls back and swings on a wild trajectory to connect with Sephiroth's jaw. It feels like a desperate, slightly manic gesture, if only because she already doubts that she'll land her hit, but she refuses to let herself be cowed when he hasn't so much as touched her. )