Gia was shocked, "Seriously? You can't take a joke?! See? This, THIS is why people don't like you."
Ancano stopped just before the tip of his nose touched her own. Still stuck up on the wall, Gia couldn't even shrink back, "What makes you assume that I give damn about what the other mediocre mages here think of me?"
So far, the girl hadn't really considered who and what he was. Ancano had this strange way of being aloof and snooty, without seeming like too much of a threat. At most, he was merely annoying. Problem was, he WAS quite the threat. Gia had been privvy to a plethora of gruesome tales concerning the Thalmor. And, until recently, she hadn't even known Ancano existed. He was almost a complete stranger to her... So, in reality, she honestly had no idea what he might be capable of, or what he'd done in the past.
The teasing him had been something to do when she was bored. She hadn't thought about the ramifications. If what he said was true, he could very well do whatever he wished to her right now without anyone being the wiser; no witnesses made it a simple thing. Then it would be her word against his, and the Thalmor were often above the law in Skyrim.
Suddenly very frightened, she shot him a worried glance, "Are you going to hurt me?"
She was scared. No doubt about it. Good. Finally. Anything to wipe that smug little smirk off of her face. But at her wavering query, something in his stomach clenched slightly.
"No," he replied, surprised at himself. "Not currently. This is just a warning. And I want you to take me at my word, girl," here, his orangey eyes flared and bored into her blues ones. "Set foot in my room again, and the next time I have you on the wall won't be a pleasant experience for you. Get out."
With a snap of his fingers, Gia slid to the floor and landed unceremoniously on her arse. Not waiting for an answer, Ancano left her to her own thoughts.
* * *
Feeling satisfied with his display of power, Ancano was at ease for the rest of the evening. The contentedness lasted all the way until sundown the next night, when he discovered the wall of pies and sweetrolls, stacked just outside the doorway to his bedchamber.
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Re: F!DB!Breton/Ancano - Stamina 7/?
Date: 2013-12-16 03:19 am (UTC)Ancano stopped just before the tip of his nose touched her own. Still stuck up on the wall, Gia couldn't even shrink back, "What makes you assume that I give damn about what the other mediocre mages here think of me?"
So far, the girl hadn't really considered who and what he was. Ancano had this strange way of being aloof and snooty, without seeming like too much of a threat. At most, he was merely annoying. Problem was, he WAS quite the threat. Gia had been privvy to a plethora of gruesome tales concerning the Thalmor. And, until recently, she hadn't even known Ancano existed. He was almost a complete stranger to her... So, in reality, she honestly had no idea what he might be capable of, or what he'd done in the past.
The teasing him had been something to do when she was bored. She hadn't thought about the ramifications. If what he said was true, he could very well do whatever he wished to her right now without anyone being the wiser; no witnesses made it a simple thing. Then it would be her word against his, and the Thalmor were often above the law in Skyrim.
Suddenly very frightened, she shot him a worried glance, "Are you going to hurt me?"
She was scared. No doubt about it. Good. Finally. Anything to wipe that smug little smirk off of her face. But at her wavering query, something in his stomach clenched slightly.
"No," he replied, surprised at himself. "Not currently. This is just a warning. And I want you to take me at my word, girl," here, his orangey eyes flared and bored into her blues ones. "Set foot in my room again, and the next time I have you on the wall won't be a pleasant experience for you. Get out."
With a snap of his fingers, Gia slid to the floor and landed unceremoniously on her arse. Not waiting for an answer, Ancano left her to her own thoughts.
* * *
Feeling satisfied with his display of power, Ancano was at ease for the rest of the evening. The contentedness lasted all the way until sundown the next night, when he discovered the wall of pies and sweetrolls, stacked just outside the doorway to his bedchamber.