❝ the subtle difference between fucking and fucking you over ❞ → [ CLOSED ]

[prevaricatress]

Who: prevaricatress, takemysword and turncloak
When: 20th, evening
Where: Residential streets of Anatole
Format: Action.
What: Lia and Mina owe each other dates that appear as if they will turn into nothing but nasty.
Warnings: Language, snow violence, suggestive material~

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[takemysword]

[It took all of her breeding to be nice. To be kind. To remember those hours spent in Mass and before her altar praying for compassion because Lia was not virtuous or patient or delicate or anything a lady should be. She could just fake it very, very well

[prevaricatress]

[ It had been worth it. ]

[ At least, that is what she felt whilst gazing down on the blond woman with something right smack dab between contempt and victory. It had been easy, and satisfying and she was, if possible, even amused, despite the displeasure she'd felt at the whole evening. This... this was much better. ]

[ ...However, things changed - rather suddenly, as her perspective of the world had. ]

[ It was so sudden and Lia's hand so cold that she almost didn't feel the switch, merely the blow to her gut that simultaneously shoved all the breath from her gut and sent her sprawling over into the snow as well. Minatsuki landed with a muffled thump on her back, and spluttered for a moment as her lungs worked frantically to inflate. It took a few moments, given, of choking gasps before the brunette had the wits to jerk her arm away from the blond woman

[takemysword]

[Lia was pleased the move had gone well. Maybe her companion would back down. She was trying to get to her own feet, her dress a tangled mess. At least she'd worn leggings under it...it might be too cold otherwise.]

I think we should-

[Except she was suddenly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of snow, courtesy or Minatsuki. When it was over and she wasn't lost in a pile of white, there was snow everywhere. Stuck to her eyelashes, covering her hair...even in her ears.

She dug herself out, shaking like a dog to clear the worst of it. She looked at Minatsuki again, appraising her this time as an opponent. An opponent she had to fight using only not so painful moves and snow. Difficult.

When in doubt, play. Lia had been in many snow wars in her time. She lunged for the brunette, pulling her hair to keep her from biting, though she didn't tug too hard. She dragged her to the snowbank, pushing her into it and leaping after her, sitting on top of her.]

[prevaricatress]

[ Oh, Lia. You shouldn't be so silly - there is little chance that the flip would have subdued her. Not even that cold gaze and the sensation of snow melting on her legs (bare) could keep the brunette from tossing her head a bit. She had made to stand up, even, diverting her eyes as a display of casualty - I'm not serious here; I'm not worried. - before bits of the blond woman jutted into her body and sent her cascading back into the snow rift. ]

[ A leg bent painfully underneath her body, but a few kicks and Minatsuki had freed the limb and it, too, added the sudden fray of violent jerking; kicks, thrashes - failed attempts to push herself up that ended in unhappy snarls as the hairs in her head kept her neck bent at an awkward angle. ]

[ Disgusted snarls and vile curses were somewhat muffled by the pained sneers that escaped her lips unbidden as baby hairs parted from her scalp. ]

Ouch! You f - argh...!

[ Again, as her hand groped in the snow, she came up short a knife, or a tire iron, but there was plenty of the chilly frozen