[For a fraction of a second Ramsay doesn't know how to respond. It's so completely-- ridiculous and unexpected that he almost laughs in her face.
But she's fucking serious. He stops in his tracks, stepping right up into her so she'll either have to step back or deal with him staring at her with wild, angry eyes. In a fluid motion he drops the shopping, one hand going to grab her wrist and the other going for the knife on his belt-
And he stops. He doesn't want to stop. He wants nothing more than to put his knife through her wrist. Another heartbeat passes as he stares her down, murder barely contained in his expression.
Alison, now on Claire's other side, is barking in deep menacing tones. She's excited, but trained enough to know to wait for Ramsay's command or for the prey to run.]
Quiet! [That's for the dog, though he shouts it into Claire's face. It'll be another heartbeat before he musters what he wants to say to Claire.]
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But she's fucking serious. He stops in his tracks, stepping right up into her so she'll either have to step back or deal with him staring at her with wild, angry eyes. In a fluid motion he drops the shopping, one hand going to grab her wrist and the other going for the knife on his belt-
And he stops. He doesn't want to stop. He wants nothing more than to put his knife through her wrist. Another heartbeat passes as he stares her down, murder barely contained in his expression.
Alison, now on Claire's other side, is barking in deep menacing tones. She's excited, but trained enough to know to wait for Ramsay's command or for the prey to run.]
Quiet! [That's for the dog, though he shouts it into Claire's face. It'll be another heartbeat before he musters what he wants to say to Claire.]