The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[NPCs]

"Fuck. Off. Out of here," he says in a deep, low voice, sidestepping her question with a blustery demand.

[Marian Hawke]

"Or. What." 

She draws herself up a bit -- if she's going to be taller than everyone here, literally looking down on him the way so many people literally look down to her, she may as well use the advantage to be intimidating. "You don't own her." 

[NPCs]

The dwarf stiffens, the accustion of slavery however indirect, pushing him well past his self-control. With another snarl, this one inarticulate, he reaches up to grab the front of her tunic. His other hand starts to come up, with the clear intent of punching the face he's planning to pull down to him.

[Marian Hawke]

That's enough; she plants her feet and throws him to the ground, jumping on him to hit him repeatedly. Finally! I thought he was never going to take a swing.

[Tanna]

Zannon indeed, Tanna thinks to herself as she watches with detached interest. It shall be interesting to twist that rage into lust, then forge that lust into chains. Noting a trio of dwarves rushing over to break up the rather savage beat-down that poor shop-keeper is undergoing, Tanna rises to her feet and swiftly moves over to Marian. Running her hand across the back of the merikos elf's neck, she leans down. "Does this mean you'd prefer to spend time with him instead?" A quick twist of magic distracts the others in the shop, though it won't last long.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian pulls back, panting, blood running over her lip from her nose. "Fuck him. Let's go somewhere with less trash," she pants out. 

[Tanna]

Flashing a smile down at Marian, Tanna offers her hand to pull her upright. "Perhaps a walk and we can discuss... suitable destinations?" She glances around pointedly. "My distraction will not work for long."

[Marian Hawke]

"Fine," she agrees, using her free hand to wipe the blood from her mouth. Not that it helps much. "Let's go."

[Tanna]

Tanna's smile widens, perfect teeth gleaming as they leave the bakery, Tanna grabbing her books as they go. They walk quickly for a few minutes, making sure they're well away and unfollowed. "Well, that was... not entirely what I was expecting," she admits with a gay laugh.

[Marian Hawke]

"Sorry," she says, seeming unashamed. "I really needed to punch someone today, and he was such an ass -- why were you even bothering with a pompous prick like that?"

[Tanna]

"I was bored," Tanna says without shame. "Besides, he was cute. Dull perhaps, but he has a nice smile and broad hands. Sometimes that's all a woman needs." She cuts her gaze to Marian, a smirk forming. "At least until better comes along."

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't. I'm sapphic." Mostly. She's been trying not to think about what it means that she's very much into Zev. 

[Tanna]

Tanna makes a dismissive noise. "Please, sexual preference is just a myth. You might prefer a certain kind of build, might like or dislike being filled, but a male's tongue and a woman's tongue feel just the same across your pearl in the dark."

[Marian Hawke]

"You're right," she says, some part of her relieved. That's all this thing with Zev is, really, isn't it? The thing with Bela, but with a toy included. "But it means I never waste my time on dull, pompous men when there's a beautiful woman I could spend my time with instead."

[Tanna]

"Ah, but a dull woman is just as bad as a dull man, no?" Tanna say slyly. "Beauty is beauty- there is much to be said about the strong, broad forms that are typical of men as the soft curves of a woman. And as much as I enjoy the nectar of a flower, the feel of a breast in my hand, it's just as true that no toy can match the feel of a long, warm cock slowly impaling you... over and over again, rubbing and twisting against every inch of your cunt." The aasimar speaks utterly without shame, despite the glances her words spoken at normal tones get from the passerbyers. Her confidence in herself, in her right to be whoever she wishes to be, seems unassailable.