[ He can't help the small spark of satisfaction as she crumbles to her knees, the glass tumbling from her grip and disappearing among the shadows. This suits her a lot better, doesn't it? Weak. As she is. Brow furrowing slowly, gradually, he tightens his grip just a fraction. Around them, some people are staring whilst most turn away because there's a party in here, isn't there, and how could someone so insignificant, so weak and small and immaterial ruin other people's fun?
Breathing shallowly, he pulls her to her feet, hard enough to make the bones in her wrist crunch in his grip. She's not as scrawny as he'd first assumed but he'll always be stronger than her, it's a simple fact of life, a nasty little existential joke that he doesn't care whether or not she truly understands. Brute force always wins. You just need to have enough of it.
And compared to her, he certainly does. ]
Shut up and come along.
[ It comes out close to a growl. Without further ado, he starts towards the counter. Pulls her along in his wake. It was not, after all, a suggestion. ]
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Breathing shallowly, he pulls her to her feet, hard enough to make the bones in her wrist crunch in his grip. She's not as scrawny as he'd first assumed but he'll always be stronger than her, it's a simple fact of life, a nasty little existential joke that he doesn't care whether or not she truly understands. Brute force always wins. You just need to have enough of it.
And compared to her, he certainly does. ]
Shut up and come along.
[ It comes out close to a growl. Without further ado, he starts towards the counter. Pulls her along in his wake. It was not, after all, a suggestion. ]