Ankyra Sound out of the will came life

her taunting goes unappreciated; acknowledged and judged with a slight curl of his lips and low snort.

if she hoped to drag a vocal response from him she was going to be disappointed. giddily, he looks to her hoping she might wallow in it; sardonic and assholish as he is.

afraid afraid afraid

i'm not afraid of you, he makes known with his body language; posturing shifting to communicate this, hoping to enunciate with an annoyed snap of his teeth. he wasn't afraid of anyone anything. not he who stared death in the empty caverns pitless eyes and was returned to the world of the living.

she offers him things. potions. spells. luck. hexes. love. poison.

things he can conjure on his own. he shifts to study her in full; his attention solely upon her, head canting ever-so-slightly to the side as if to ask what do you think i need? curious as to what she might come up with.