[ 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: 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. )