[ never let it be said that magnai has turned down a challenge. especially from sadu; he will not stand aside and let her simply have her way. when she drags him closer, speaking of victory, he refuses to concede to her—to permit sadu to do as she will without meeting her on equal ground. as she pulls him in he follows with gusto, hands already reaching for her waist and using his extra height to push her back against the wall behind the armor chest. not a proper pin, with her gripping his horns like this, but sporting rules were cast aside the moment sadu bared her fangs. all's fair now, and he can meet her by her terms, if that's what she wants; her demands are well known to him. the sharpness of her kiss is sweet in familiarity.
but he indulges only long enough to meet her challenge.
magnai detangles himself from her, pushing her slight shoulder against the wall as he pulls back, definitely not breathless. damn it. ]
It's dawn. [ his gaze drops haphazardly to her mouth for a moment, then back up to meet her defiant stare. he'll not be coerced into this when he has duties to see to. ] I have things to do.
( it isn't that sadu is upset with him for picking his duties as khan over her -- that is only to be expected from someone in his position, and she would think lesser of him if it did not occur to him to do so. her own duties have been seen to for the moment; the dorthal do not concern themselves with 'dawn' in the way that the oronir do. rather it is a challenge -- if she does not get him to stay then she will simply do better the next morning. but sadu does not fail, and she certainly does not fail in combat with magnai.
no sound escapes her as they kiss -- he has to earn that, and has yet to do so -- but even her will cannot keep the way her eyes widen, darken, at the press of the wall on her back, the familiarity of his kiss and the knowledge that she is close to victory.
that he lingers once he breaks it, eyes down at her mouth and his chest rising and falling more rapidly than before is a testament to it, and her lips curve upwards into a sharp smile.
she is not unaffected, no, but giving him any sign of it would be too much of a concession in the moment. they are alike in that, jumping upon weakness and working it to the bone until their hands and mouthes are bloodied. it is why she is sadu, and he is the most radiant brother. )
So the Little Sun has lost his faith in his brothers, has he? His leadership must truly lack if he cannot leave those he guides and trusts alone without his watchful gaze for an hour or two. ( sadu shrugs, beginning to make her way to the window but making sure that magnai has a clear view of her ass.
no one said she intended to play fair. ) It cannot be helped, then.
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Date: 2021-03-08 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-08 05:45 am (UTC)but he indulges only long enough to meet her challenge.
magnai detangles himself from her, pushing her slight shoulder against the wall as he pulls back, definitely not breathless. damn it. ]
It's dawn. [ his gaze drops haphazardly to her mouth for a moment, then back up to meet her defiant stare. he'll not be coerced into this when he has duties to see to. ] I have things to do.
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Date: 2021-03-09 05:58 am (UTC)no sound escapes her as they kiss -- he has to earn that, and has yet to do so -- but even her will cannot keep the way her eyes widen, darken, at the press of the wall on her back, the familiarity of his kiss and the knowledge that she is close to victory.
that he lingers once he breaks it, eyes down at her mouth and his chest rising and falling more rapidly than before is a testament to it, and her lips curve upwards into a sharp smile.
she is not unaffected, no, but giving him any sign of it would be too much of a concession in the moment. they are alike in that, jumping upon weakness and working it to the bone until their hands and mouthes are bloodied. it is why she is sadu, and he is the most radiant brother. )
So the Little Sun has lost his faith in his brothers, has he? His leadership must truly lack if he cannot leave those he guides and trusts alone without his watchful gaze for an hour or two. ( sadu shrugs, beginning to make her way to the window but making sure that magnai has a clear view of her ass.
no one said she intended to play fair. ) It cannot be helped, then.