Slow long strides he had taken towards the familiar demon— No, a past version of said demon. Cloth floating behind him with remains of ashes and the faintest of smoke, edges with the so mocked fur of his coat. Tail swishing from side to side, a faint flame follows each of its movements. Sparks flying with each step, till he came to a stop right before her.
Boy, was she annoying.
"If by that ye mean th’one ye mocked earlier without thinkin’, yeah, that’s me. Ya sure are braver than I remember, cockroach. Last time I saw ya, ye were with yer tail ‘tween yer legs, runnin’ off t’yer big brother. Ye sure ya in th’right position t’let yer mouth loose?“
A click of the tongue. “Wanna end up like yer daddy?”
&&. though it is abject fear that runs cold down her back, she does not run. short, sharp, intake of breath is taken in expression of anger and whereas she does not step forward to confront him as he strides forth to meet her, her brow creases into a scowl and petite hands are quickly balled into tight fists, bone-like nails digging into layers of ruby scales underneath.
she breathes in and all she smells is smoke, thick and acrid and burning down the back of her throat. it fills her, fills the fear, and so she manages to hold her ground when he meets her. parasol clutched tight in one clawed hand, she raises a long-nailed finger to her lips in a show of thoughtfulness, bright eyes losing their shock and slowly blinking open.
“ twash remains so, r i g h t ? if i have a brother i may as well make use of it. hmph. i–if you’re so angry to be ’ mocked ’, you should wear something that doesn’t make you look soooo d–dumb.”
she doesn’t understand his next statement, but it is amusement that flows from serpentine tongue, and almost reflexively she snarls, taking another step back.
“ what’re you t–talking about ? i should call daddy for this. goaway.”
