[ It's only in that moment when he's reaching out his hand towards the crystal that she pauses, that the smile itself strains, that she look becomes severe despite her smile. This Pyra likes to believe that she knows him well enough, knows him enough that he wouldn't dare, and consumed by her own lack of empathy for others, she isn't aware that he is behaving oddly at all. She wouldn't be worried enough that he would actually touch it, but that he almost reaches for it shatters that expectation.
She takes it as a threat.
Without warning, her hand flies from his leg to the wrist of the limb that had dared to reach out towards her, taking it and slamming it hard against the pew he just constructed. Splinters break off from the impact. ] ....Tempted?
[ The gentleness in her eyes is gone, or perhaps it was never there to begin with, but whatever the case is something has changed. A hidden edge has been revealed, accompanying the carving knife she had been sharpening up until this point.
Its point is at his chest, slowly climbing upwards, trailing along his clothes until it comes to his neck. And then she slams it just to the side of his head. ] Scared?
[ The word is spoken with a short, tired breath. No, no, as if he would be scared of something like this; she knows better. The tightness in his jaw from before, the tremble in his hands, it's probably from something else. Still, those are the signs she's looking for. ]
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She takes it as a threat.
Without warning, her hand flies from his leg to the wrist of the limb that had dared to reach out towards her, taking it and slamming it hard against the pew he just constructed. Splinters break off from the impact. ] ....Tempted?
[ The gentleness in her eyes is gone, or perhaps it was never there to begin with, but whatever the case is something has changed. A hidden edge has been revealed, accompanying the carving knife she had been sharpening up until this point.
Its point is at his chest, slowly climbing upwards, trailing along his clothes until it comes to his neck. And then she slams it just to the side of his head. ] Scared?
[ The word is spoken with a short, tired breath. No, no, as if he would be scared of something like this; she knows better. The tightness in his jaw from before, the tremble in his hands, it's probably from something else. Still, those are the signs she's looking for. ]