[ preference means nothing when it's about pride. she will stand because it does not make her feel weak. it does not leave her vulnerable. she can strike and run, if she needs to.
to that end, the devil woman merely stands rooted in place while he vanishes into his room, and still she shifts her fingers minutely around the poker. a throbbing haze has descended over her one eye. her lip hurts. and her magic is still so far from her.
when he emerges again he may find her all but staring into the middle distance with a hard look in her dark eyes. ]
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to that end, the devil woman merely stands rooted in place while he vanishes into his room, and still she shifts her fingers minutely around the poker. a throbbing haze has descended over her one eye. her lip hurts. and her magic is still so far from her.
when he emerges again he may find her all but staring into the middle distance with a hard look in her dark eyes. ]