( closed ) so give me something i can hold

[regives]

Who: Leanne (regives) & various!
What: A general catch-all for both event and nonevent related threads.
When: Throughout November.
Where: In various locations around Wyver.
Warning(s): someone's gonna strip but hopefully that's all that happens...


( as stated this is a closed, catch-all log for what i have planned for leanne. however i am still open for plotting and you're free to contact me through a private message or by sending me a pp at vongaribaldi! starters and such will be in the comment section below. c: )

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[regives]

[ And she lifts her hand to shove his shoulder lightly. Of course it's done playfully, humming softly before she asks: ]

What happened the last time you killed something? [ She should be including herself but listen... this is about Giovanni. And considering he's dressed in his usual attire Leanne looks at their options, sighing heavily when she realizes that one outweighs the other by making things simple. ]

Okay, so— Just look the other way, okay?

[ And whether or not he agrees accordingly doesn't matter much to Leanne. If he doesn't look away then she turns the other direction, giving him her back, and tugs at the end of the ribbon on her chest in order to untangle it. Her fingers swiftly working off the clothes she spent the morning putting on, her head cluttered with a small voice in her head that shouts at her for getting into an even more embarrassing situation than when she had to model for the first time. ]

[ofobedience]

[There's the playful press of her hand at his shoulder, the lightly uttered admonishment, and in response he clicks his tongue against teeth as though demonstrating impatience or disdain, only there's something just as light in it as there is to the way she'd shoved him. He isn't annoyed, not really, and she's right besides. He's fully aware of that and in truth has no desire to do anything that would cast further aspersions on his character. At least, for the moment.

But then she's asking him to turn away and it takes a trickling of seconds for him to grasp after her meaning, and look, he may be a genetically engineered hound of war but he does have some grasp of gentlemanly manners. Or perhaps he's just painfully shy and awkward under that sharp demeanour, who knows.

Whatever the case, he abruptly averts his gaze, hands half raising at his sides in protest before falling limp again, uncertain. There's an unsteadiness in him, an odd feeling up behind his ribs that is quickly accompanied by a vague sensation of self-disgust. What's wrong with him? He can't begin to know, but there's a creeping heat from throat to cheekbones that only acts to further his irritation with himself.

He continues to look away from her, but--]

There's no need to do that. I could...do something. Instead. And besides...I can hardly leave this all to you, can I?

[regives]

[ Leanne is already in the midst of removing her skirt when he makes his own suggestion, which earns a huff from her end. ] Well it would have been great if you said something earlier, but I'm more than halfway done. [ He may even hear the drop of fabric that falls ever so delicately off her hips, as if purposely emphasizing that he should have said something sooner.

Next is her jacket, which she only pulls from her shoulders before quickly pulling it to her chest. Serving as the only material to hide behind now that she's near naked; it hardly keeps from an all to evident blush to creep on her face, however. ]

And you've already got a job: making sure that I don't end up as dragon food. [ A short pause. ] You can turn around.

[ofobedience]

[And he does hear it, what with his sensitive hearing and all, the soft susurration of clothes slipping quietly away from flesh and again there's that sharp tugging feeling in him, the sudden desire to be anywhere but here. Combined with her apparent (if small) displeasure with him, it leaves him momentarily silenced.

But you can turn around she says, and again there's a fractional hesitation, the vague flustered movement of his hands at his sides before finally his own irritation (with his own odd behaviour, his unaccountable feelings) has him turning as directed. Not that she'll be able to tell, but he keeps his eyes on her face, even if in getting them there they'd momentarily dragged themselves across her undressed (if hidden behind her jacket) form.

Some of the usual pallor of is skin seems to have lifted...is he blushing, faintly? Well, maybe. Maybe not.]

I...ah...well. I'll ensure it doesn't touch you.

[Smooth.]

[regives]

[ Smooth. ]

I'm holding you up to that.

[ Leanne straightens up, despite embarrassment she knows there's a job needing to be done and she can't just turn around and give up after going this far. Somewhere she can hear Vashyron and Zephyr screaming with such intensity it may as well shatter the glasses of their stasis pods; possible disappointment from her loved ones aside, she appears relatively calm despite being unable to hide the evident blush across her cheeks. ]

Alright, so... Here. [ She doesn't want to bloody up her jacket, however, so she hands the knife to him before turning her palm up. ] I think my hand should be enough, unless these dragons are feeling super selfish. [ And she's hoping that's not the case. ]

[ofobedience]

[He takes it, a little dumbly, stares down at the knife resting in his palm as though he can't quite fathom what it could be for. Never mind that he's the kind of creature who can tear out your throat with his teeth and laugh whilst doing it, that he's stabbed and shot and maimed and killed more people and other unfortunate test subjects such as himself than he can count.

He looks up at her, eyes hidden yes, but the lines of face make his reluctance clear enough.]

You want me to cut you?

[Yes Giovanni, she does, come on now.]

[regives]

[ It's easy to see, yes, and she takes note of it, but that doesn't stop her from answering with a quick nod: ] Yes.

[ Her eyes remain gentle, balancing out consideration and determination all at once, while she's willing to do it herself if Giovanni can't they're already here. She curls her fingers into her palm before extending them once more, gesturing for him to follow through. ]

It doesn't have to be anything deep, and I trust that you won't hurt me.

[ At least purposely. ]

[ofobedience]

[I trust that you won't hurt me she says, and for the most fractional of moments there's a flickerflash of some dark emotion on his face, something bitter and hostile and cold because she shouldn't do that, she shouldn't. He isn't something to be trusted, not when even she (LilylilyLily) in the end had felt his hands around her throat the tender yielding of her flesh as he'd squeezed and squeezed, attempting to wring the life right out of her, his jealousy a hot heavy thing that had filled him up and made him burn and want just once to be as good as all the rest of them. Never mind that he'd regretted it later, that he'd never wanted for her to die, not really. Never mind that the incident he's thinking of had ended with her plunging her fingers into his eyes and tearing, leaving him blinded and broken whilst all the others died around him.

Dark thoughts then, but something else, too. Something small and quiet and filled with the deep tug of longing. To have someone put that trust in him, to think him worth trusting...well--

--he shakes his head, abruptly. Just once. Lets out a breath. And then he's reaching with the knife in his hand, pressing it to the pale flesh of her outstretched palm. Slices quick and sharp, but not deep. Enough to draw blood but little more than that.]

[regives]

[ Fortunately he doesn't protest any further, and Leanne feels the sting of the knife cutting into her skin and meeting flesh. She winces at the initial pain, fingers curling until they straighten out and soon enough a single flex causes a small pool of blood to form into the palm of her hand. She sighs with a sound akin to relief, the pain washing away as a sense of fulfillment hits her; now as long as they accomplish what they came here for then she'd pretty much shake off the feeling entirely. ]

See? Didn't even hurt a bit. [ She smiles despite it, however, turning her hand slightly to allow some drops of blood to drip from her hand and to the ground. ] I knew I could trust you.

[ Though any celebration is going to have to be pushed aside, because as soon as she says that there's a sudden shake beneath their feet. Something she'd never claim to come from a human and turning her head in the general direction of the sound makes it apparent that just that was enough to draw one of the dragons out. ]

Huh—... That was way too fast!