[ she knows the ritual, can remember the memories and emotions associated with the sudden knowledge she'd gained by drinking his blood the first time. it's why she didn't interrupt it; maybe it's not the healthiest way to deal with things but it's a better method than some of the others he's used in the past. ( she's never going to judge him for it; hers haven't been much better. ) ]
Be pissed. I should have known better.
[ she should have seen something like this coming, after witnessing carlos and richard battling for power, after seeing countless others challenge the lords for it. up until now, things have gone relatively smoothly, or about as smoothly as they could have considering how she had come into her position. there are culebras out there who consider her ruling an affront to their culture and way of life, who think her way of ruling is weak and will lead to their destruction. who remember her as someone who ran, as the companion of the worst of the nine lords. who remember her as nothing more than a myth, than a symbol. she'd run from them and this life before, more than once. she's sure they remember that, too.
maybe they resent her for it.
her eyes slide closed as he reaches out to touch her, head tilting slightly towards his hand. it hurts, but she can deal with that. showing her weakness is worse, even in front of him. ]
Edited (apparently i can't reread anything without thinking of something i want to add) 2017-05-24 00:27 (UTC)
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i'm glad to hear it ♥
Be pissed. I should have known better.
[ she should have seen something like this coming, after witnessing carlos and richard battling for power, after seeing countless others challenge the lords for it. up until now, things have gone relatively smoothly, or about as smoothly as they could have considering how she had come into her position. there are culebras out there who consider her ruling an affront to their culture and way of life, who think her way of ruling is weak and will lead to their destruction. who remember her as someone who ran, as the companion of the worst of the nine lords. who remember her as nothing more than a myth, than a symbol. she'd run from them and this life before, more than once. she's sure they remember that, too.
maybe they resent her for it.
her eyes slide closed as he reaches out to touch her, head tilting slightly towards his hand. it hurts, but she can deal with that. showing her weakness is worse, even in front of him. ]