Cinder Hypnosis, Extraordinary Success, Contested Roll, 7 passes
There always came a point in her conversations with Theo where they seemed to lock into the same frequency. A kind of harmony, where they walked the tight-rope of contentious and playful. It was fun, a rare treat for Asphodel, who was long-lived enough to quickly grow bored with most conversations. It was almost a shame to cut it short for this impending duel, but once they began fighting, they were unlikely to be talking and she needed to speak to make this work.
She wasn't behind him for long, and when he half-turned to keep her in sight she lifted her eyes to his. Her red lips remained curved in her signature smirk. She couldn't help the way her grin broadened when he asked where the fun would be in using sunlight. Nowhere, of course. She'd be useless.
Asphodel tipped her head up with languid, practiced, nonchalance as she nodded. “Very well, then,” she said, and then drew in a breath, teasing, “But don't come to me later complaining that your old wounds feel like they're acting up.”
The vampire gently wove her magic into the suggestion, feeling it tingle in the back of her throat as it reached for Theo's mind. He was strong, though--it needed to be subtle enough that he would not notice should he shake it off.
There always came a point in her conversations with Theo where they seemed to lock into the same frequency. A kind of harmony, where they walked the tight-rope of contentious and playful. It was fun, a rare treat for Asphodel, who was long-lived enough to quickly grow bored with most conversations. It was almost a shame to cut it short for this impending duel, but once they began fighting, they were unlikely to be talking and she needed to speak to make this work.
She wasn't behind him for long, and when he half-turned to keep her in sight she lifted her eyes to his. Her red lips remained curved in her signature smirk. She couldn't help the way her grin broadened when he asked where the fun would be in using sunlight. Nowhere, of course. She'd be useless.
Asphodel tipped her head up with languid, practiced, nonchalance as she nodded. “Very well, then,” she said, and then drew in a breath, teasing, “But don't come to me later complaining that your old wounds feel like they're acting up.”
The vampire gently wove her magic into the suggestion, feeling it tingle in the back of her throat as it reached for Theo's mind. He was strong, though--it needed to be subtle enough that he would not notice should he shake it off.