TEETH AND FLESH.

            The tip of his tongue darted out then retracted quickly, lips rolling slowly before a smile was both fought and allowed to curve upwards. There was a frail yet controlled balance between the pretense of fighting the smile and the obnoxious display of such a restraint. It all resided in that grey area. Daario shifted, forearms coming to rest upon his thighs, bottle dangling between a set of fingers absent-mindedly tapping against the glass. “Depends what you’ll make of it. Do you think it’s a good idea?”

            Once again, the discrepancy between the confident girl wolfing down her pie and blurting out speeches, and the one cautiously drinking her beer whilst maintaining a guarded demeanour couldn’t be ignored. But Daario didn’t comment on it, nor did he let it show that such had been observed. “No? Could have fooled me.” Silence ensued. Imitating her, he sipped on his drink. After a handful of minutes during which thoughts had been gathered, words gauged, attitude appraised, the assassin tilted his head, brows arched above a pair of eyes darting from the door to his guest. “Looks like he taught you something then. Perhaps you should consider working on this unknown skill?”

            Two bottles of beer were plucked out of the fridge door, opened then set down on the coffee table. Daario kept one in his hand, upper body still bent to cling the rim of his bottle against hers. “Cheers.” Just as swiftly, he retreated and settled into an armchair across the couch, leather protesting weakly under the weight and the motions of his limbs working to reach a comfortable posture. Before he could add anything, his phone vibrated. To the message sent by the man working dirtier business down in the garage, he answered by the affirmative then slid the mobile back in his pocket. “How did it go?”

                     he understands that reasoning. the wolf was unpredictable in nature. if things were to go wrong, innocent people could easily be ripped to shreds. but nik can’t stomach the idea of doing that to her - of all people. hands find themselves placed at hips, gaze travels to the ground in apparent frustration.         ❛ red, there’s gotta be another way. look - i can maybe catch guard duty at the station for the night. there’s a guy down there that’s been itchin’ for a night off. there’s a cell down there - always empty. at least i’d feel better doing that. ❜

            Just like at the diner, his lips stretched and curled. Smiling was easy, almost natural in her presence and Daario obliged her without a second thought. Red either pleased him or pissed him off, there was no in between. “Beer, right?” He retreated to the kitchen only separated from the living area by a counter, an obnoxious block of black marble upon which a bowl of fruits, a set of keys and a phone could be seen. Waving at a door by the couch then at the piece of furniture itself, he went on, “I’ve got other stuff in the liquor cabinet if you want something else. Take a seat if you want.” Two bottles were retrieved from the fridge. “Food?”

if you’ve read my rules you will have seen these triggers mentioned. generally xkit does an excellent job at picking up on them so I don’t usually have to worry, but the topic has triggered me on multiple occasions, and I would not ask my mutuals to tag such content if I weren’t entirely serious. thanks so much.