{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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“First of all, I’m hardly intoxicated. Slightly buzzed, is all. And second, I figured you’d do everything in your power to get out of here. Especially considering who I am.”
A hand reaches up to press against his eyes as if it would lead to his sight being less effected and once he’s done rubbing, his gaze goes immediately back to Lydia.
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{ if she’s uncomfortable, no sign of it shows on her face. his words are met with a dismissive eye roll and a tighter grip on the rails behind her. she won’t be cowed by this assassin. and if he thinks that she will be, she’ll prove him wrong when she shoves her stiletto into his crown jewels. }
❝ Well, considering the fact that I don’t consider you a threat, I don’t mind waiting here while the fire department comes to get us out. What did you want me to do? Rip the doors open with my supernatural strength? Sorry, honey. But I don’t have claws. ❞