sapphirescales:

     ”Is that so.”

her pen wavers again, the slow
arc mimicking the curve of her
mouth. this is the smile of a
dangerous woman that knows
she is dangerous. this is the
smile of a snake, fangs bared
in a lazy threat.

     ”How noble of you.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

            The condescension  d r i p s
        from her words like molasses, a
        careless stain spreading where 
        it lands before him and Enjolras
        has to grit his jaw, blink slowly
        as he fixes her with his own set
        of steel blue determination.

                  ( it is not nobility that drives him
                 but to argue would be semantics–
                  and he’s trying to not engage. )

      “Thank you. We would greatly
        appreciate your signature.”