Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

bijou's eyes lit with something -- perhaps self-aggrandizing amusement -- to be labeled so easily. annoying' -- was that all?

the male's teeth were bared in a perpetual grimace. bijou's showed briefly in a dogged grin. if he believed her only a gnat, it would make the blade that much easier to sink home -- she had spent her entire life being underestimated, and it always worked in her favor. 

the seafarer's brow lifted at the language the stranger elected to employ. deadman had an all appealing ring to it. were you fighting him, or making out when things got a little too rough for you? she'd never let someone within that close a distance -- not enough that they managed to walk away with half her face like a pulled table cloth from a picnic. don't worry , i won't tell.