[Incomplete]

[sadisticstorm]

Who: Larxene, Euphemia
When: Now.
Where: Somewhere around the lower level.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: Larxene steps up to take care of the woman talking to Rufus~ JEALOUS MUCH.

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[xeuphonious]

In between acting like a regular bitch to anyone who dared cross her path and fixing her impeccable hair to remain looking like the regal princess she was, the person formerly known as sweet Princess Euphemia had indeed been at the clock tower, arms folded across her chest as she awaited Larxene. The blonde was thought of as nothing more than a delightful little insect Euphemia would enjoy crushing under the heel of her stiletto, nevermind the fact Euphemia had absolutely no physical strength whatsoever, and without the assistance of the Knightmare frames from her world, she was pretty useless aside from her stinging slap

Absolutely. :) Sorry, fell asleep last night. >_>

[xeuphonious]

What was another few broken bones or eight? Euphemia felt like she was made out of hot air, maybe just a huge, painful ghost hovering above the savage nymph. You should stop now, she told herself, you should stop baiting her. But this Euphemia fed off the anger, nearly revelled in it, still smiled sickly-sweet over at Larxene.

Like she could really hurt a princess, like she--

"Fuck," Euphemia cursed after the second hit, a long string of blood moving from her mouth, dangling. Blood, in her mouth? Fuck, Larxene hadn't even done much to her mouth. But the metallic taste was positive, and she could feel it congealing around her gums, around her tongue. It was disgusting.

Euphemia spat another mouthful of blood out, eye still focused on Larxene. "Fuck you," she said in reply. "I'll do whatever I want, regardless of your shitfaced desires..."

(( Not that I want Larxene to get punished but, uh, don't you think there's a very, very great possibility Euphemia won't survive this? o__o I'm just checking to see what you think. ))

NP. <3 and it's up to you if Euphemia dies or not.

[sadisticstorm]

"Will you?" The blonde grinned, then, sharkish with wide. Oh, the things people said when they had the easiest option in the world to save themselves.

Lifting up the potion bottle, Larxene dangled it teasingly before the girl's face, careful not to allow the liquid to spill from the uncorked top. "Do you know what this is? It's a potion. It'd heal all those horrid little injuries right up. I was going to give it to you if you decided to be a good girl, but since you're still being a whore... well

Oh gosh, then I'm going to opt for yes, if you'll let me. :| *guilt*

[xeuphonious]

Potions, hah. Like Euphemia would believe that lie: back home, the only thing that could heal injuries like this would've been time and incredible medical attention. The idea that some liquid in a little bottle could mend all her wounds was proposterous, ridiculous, insane; did Euphemia look like a gullible little bitch? Did she give off that image? Still, she flexed her hands experimentally, wincing. No, she couldn't withstand that pain. She bit hard on her lip, drawing blood that blossomed on her white teeth like dark red flowers

[sadisticstorm]

Larxene resisted her initial urge to either knock the potion away from the girl, or just... kick her in the teeth. Both sounded like good options. But those words in the back of her mind continued to nag and nag, and she inclined her chin, shaking her head to get the blonde hair from her eyes.

Fine. Euphemia could stay there and struggle all on her lonesome, because Larxene knew if she stayed any longer, she'd end up doing something she regretted.

So, the Nobody turned away, casting a careless glance over one shoulder.

"Hardly entertainment value in watch you be pathetic, princess," she called cheerfully. "Have fun. Do hurry, would you? It would be so terribly unpleasant for anyone to find your hideous, rotting corpse out here in the cold~"

And with that, she was walking away, boots leaving prints in the snow as she went.