[ She can, and he'd like her to. His gaze sweeps lazily down in her legs, appreciating how the strain keeps her muscles poised. Another kind of play, he wouldn't hesitate to decline her request. She's dressed for him, not her comfort.
But had she shifted like that when he had the blade's edge to her body, she could have been cut. Not cause for alarm where he it's resting now, but on an area where the veins are closer to the skin, it could lead to more cleanup than he can be bothered with. Sticking strictly to the safe zones would take all the fun out of it for him -- and some of it out for her too, he'd bet. Total control of her balance and coordination is paramount.
Lorca lifts the knife away from her. ]
Take them off. I don't want you moving like that again. [ The neutrality of his tone is, as she's learned, how he scolds. It foreshadows a punishment. ]
( Chapel has been with him long enough to know that neutrality means she's messed up but this one is easily corrected. She steps out of her shoes and to the side a bit so they're no longer impeding anything they want to do. If they're going to play this dangerously, everything has to be as precise as an OR, and she's not going to end up dead because she shifted her feet a little. It's something easy to correct.
When she's out of her shoes, she tips her face up to look at him again. )
[ Lorca could accept some responsibility. He could have told her to wear comfortable shoes. He could have told her what he was planning on doing to her, started a whole goddamn dialogue, but that's not how this goes with her. And that's how she likes it.
No, this works out much better. Though he didn't need one, she's given him a reason to hurt her. She's done more right by him than wrong.
Lorca plucks the shoes from the floor and places them well out of the way. Her side-step was sufficient; he's using the opportunity to disorient her. Surround her with silence and uncertainty.
At the first sign she misses him, the first questioning syllable or turn of her neck, the flat tip of the blade alights above the back of her ankle. He increases the pressure as it runs up her calf, sketching a harsh white line into her skin. ]
Don't apologize. Show me it was worth it. [ Be still. Knelt behind her, Lorca's other hand snakes between her legs, under her dress, and holds her firmly by the inner thigh. The pressure eases over the back of her knee, wary of the ligament. ]
( The feel of the knife is dangerous and it makes her breath come shallow. With the blindfold in place, Chapel doesn't know where it will go next but she thinks Gabriel is knelt behind her based on where the knife is and how his hand is gripping her thigh. Being disoriented is part of the fun of this.
She keeps perfectly still except for breathing and even that she keeps shallow and even so she doesn't move too much. This is dangerous play and stepping one toe out of line could end in a serious injury that the city might not be able to handle. To trust is to give up control, every bit of it, so she does. She does bite her lip, though, enjoying the feel of the knife. )
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Date: 2023-12-28 03:13 am (UTC)But had she shifted like that when he had the blade's edge to her body, she could have been cut. Not cause for alarm where he it's resting now, but on an area where the veins are closer to the skin, it could lead to more cleanup than he can be bothered with. Sticking strictly to the safe zones would take all the fun out of it for him -- and some of it out for her too, he'd bet. Total control of her balance and coordination is paramount.
Lorca lifts the knife away from her. ]
Take them off. I don't want you moving like that again. [ The neutrality of his tone is, as she's learned, how he scolds. It foreshadows a punishment. ]
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Date: 2024-01-03 06:53 pm (UTC)When she's out of her shoes, she tips her face up to look at him again. )
I'm ready. Sorry for the interruption.
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Date: 2024-01-05 07:40 pm (UTC)No, this works out much better. Though he didn't need one, she's given him a reason to hurt her. She's done more right by him than wrong.
Lorca plucks the shoes from the floor and places them well out of the way. Her side-step was sufficient; he's using the opportunity to disorient her. Surround her with silence and uncertainty.
At the first sign she misses him, the first questioning syllable or turn of her neck, the flat tip of the blade alights above the back of her ankle. He increases the pressure as it runs up her calf, sketching a harsh white line into her skin. ]
Don't apologize. Show me it was worth it. [ Be still. Knelt behind her, Lorca's other hand snakes between her legs, under her dress, and holds her firmly by the inner thigh. The pressure eases over the back of her knee, wary of the ligament. ]
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Date: 2024-01-07 02:46 am (UTC)She keeps perfectly still except for breathing and even that she keeps shallow and even so she doesn't move too much. This is dangerous play and stepping one toe out of line could end in a serious injury that the city might not be able to handle. To trust is to give up control, every bit of it, so she does. She does bite her lip, though, enjoying the feel of the knife. )