when in rome/locked to moseys_hardcore
It isn't where she wants to be.
Granted, any new room isn't exactly the place she wants to be but the small, simple room has her nervous enough without the addition of the chains around her wrists. Chains that attach with a little slack to the iron ring in the wall. The same wall that the neatly made, narrow bed is tucked up against. If she stretches she can just reach the foot of the bed, but at the moment she's kneeling on the bed trying to either work the ring loose or somehow fit her hands through the unforgiving cuffs around her wrists. The short tunic she's wearing doesn't leave her much to sacrifice to padding against the metal against her skin, leaving most of her legs bare and both arms as well as a good hint of her chest too. The drape of the neckline gives away just enough cleavage to tease but what bothers her more is her now obvious scar there.
She'll worry about covering it. Right after she gets loose. Instead, she grits her teeth and shrugs the thick braid of hair back over her shoulder again to give the iron ring another attempt. She has to get that thing loose - and then she'll worry about getting out.
Somehow.
Dark eyes narrowed with concentration widen though when there's the unmistakable sound of the latch being lifted on the other side of the thick door and she twists to face the new threat, body tensing to the point of fine shivers. Which hopefully hide the fear. Mother Gaia help her, she knows what that sound means. Pale fingers wrapping around the thick chain that fed off of one wrist, she presses her lips together and silently slips one long leg down to touch the pad of her bare foot against the cold stone floor. Readying herself.
Whatever comes through that door, she's going to make it hurt before it gets its hands on her.
Granted, any new room isn't exactly the place she wants to be but the small, simple room has her nervous enough without the addition of the chains around her wrists. Chains that attach with a little slack to the iron ring in the wall. The same wall that the neatly made, narrow bed is tucked up against. If she stretches she can just reach the foot of the bed, but at the moment she's kneeling on the bed trying to either work the ring loose or somehow fit her hands through the unforgiving cuffs around her wrists. The short tunic she's wearing doesn't leave her much to sacrifice to padding against the metal against her skin, leaving most of her legs bare and both arms as well as a good hint of her chest too. The drape of the neckline gives away just enough cleavage to tease but what bothers her more is her now obvious scar there.
She'll worry about covering it. Right after she gets loose. Instead, she grits her teeth and shrugs the thick braid of hair back over her shoulder again to give the iron ring another attempt. She has to get that thing loose - and then she'll worry about getting out.
Somehow.
Dark eyes narrowed with concentration widen though when there's the unmistakable sound of the latch being lifted on the other side of the thick door and she twists to face the new threat, body tensing to the point of fine shivers. Which hopefully hide the fear. Mother Gaia help her, she knows what that sound means. Pale fingers wrapping around the thick chain that fed off of one wrist, she presses her lips together and silently slips one long leg down to touch the pad of her bare foot against the cold stone floor. Readying herself.
Whatever comes through that door, she's going to make it hurt before it gets its hands on her.