"Temper" Rp with animus_nocendi for Bad Company Muses

[mabofwinterdark]

The ache to see Auberon grew in chest until she couldn't breath. If something wasn't done, she'd do something stupid, make a problem with Bobby. There was only one option she could thing of, to visit his grave and the statue that looked too life like. Say a few more words and hope they were enough to chase the feeling away. It was easy enough to

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[animus_nocendi]

"Where are you off to, Elvira?" he asked. He wasn't the sort to prevent her from going anywhere, but her choice of clothing gave him a suspicion as to her destination. And that he didn't like.

[mabofwinterdark]

"Elvira would have more cleavage showing and actually be wearing makeup, not to mention the hair." Stupid response, especially when she knows he won't like her destination. Already didn't, and he was probably thinking the wrong grave. "I'm going to visit a grave."

[animus_nocendi]

"Oh yeah? Whose? Let's see...I don't have one. I don't think you'd go see that baby's more than once..." He was using his favorite tone with her, the patronizingly dark one that he usually saved for his victims.

[mabofwinterdark]

Without moving, her posture changes from not wanting a fight to being more than ready to stare him down. She knew the tone, she had heard him use it before to a woman who had died. The memory of that night was throwing salt in the wound that was already open. "I imagine you'll figure it out, you are so clever after all." Her tone was all queen, dismissing his patronizing as below her notice.