[ Reaping the repercussions of her actions would be a simple stupid echoing in her mind. There's no reprimanding, no fear of the unknown. Aranea made her bed and she'll find herself tucked the fuck in whether she liked it or not.
There's a defensiveness at her core to stop him from touching her — to get her own footing before things got messy. ]
Still thinking of that, but you think that pompous attitude isn't overcompensating for something? Get arrogant, you get weak.
[ Her mind is twisting, working a mile a minute to connect dots that weren't readily there. He caused quite the problem for the Prince and his poor nation, but the dedication he has to letting his bitterness known was still unknown to her.
His sudden movement matches hers, instinctively her hand went up to block but fails once his grasp latched to her neck. Both hands wrap to his fingers, trying to pull him off, but alas... There's a kick of her feet, the pressure on her larynx bringing her heart to a quickened state. Gurgles of words try to sputter out but fail. Through her one good eye, she can see the people gathering around and cheering this on.
One hand slides away, as if her physical strength was leaving her. The slight discoloration of her face from bruising or lack of oxygen was enough to offer some warm victory, right?
Wrong.
Ardyn can hear her sputter her lips just a bit before — ]
Too.. bad.
[ He'd recognize the sound for a brief half second. A summon of her spear was useless in the grand scheme of things, it's Aranea's will — the driving motion forward that impales him right above the flat of his stomach. Whatever leaks out of him — the entire crowd can see the widening tip of her spear wedged completely through him, poking right out of his back. ]
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There's a defensiveness at her core to stop him from touching her — to get her own footing before things got messy. ]
Still thinking of that, but you think that pompous attitude isn't overcompensating for something? Get arrogant, you get weak.
[ Her mind is twisting, working a mile a minute to connect dots that weren't readily there. He caused quite the problem for the Prince and his poor nation, but the dedication he has to letting his bitterness known was still unknown to her.
His sudden movement matches hers, instinctively her hand went up to block but fails once his grasp latched to her neck. Both hands wrap to his fingers, trying to pull him off, but alas... There's a kick of her feet, the pressure on her larynx bringing her heart to a quickened state. Gurgles of words try to sputter out but fail. Through her one good eye, she can see the people gathering around and cheering this on.
One hand slides away, as if her physical strength was leaving her. The slight discoloration of her face from bruising or lack of oxygen was enough to offer some warm victory, right?
Wrong.
Ardyn can hear her sputter her lips just a bit before — ]
Too.. bad.
[ He'd recognize the sound for a brief half second. A summon of her spear was useless in the grand scheme of things, it's Aranea's will — the driving motion forward that impales him right above the flat of his stomach. Whatever leaks out of him — the entire crowd can see the widening tip of her spear wedged completely through him, poking right out of his back. ]