[ while her secrets may be something to gain him the upper-hand, he hasn't used it yet. perhaps he just hasn't had the opportunity, but he hasn't, nonetheless. ]
It's not like I can't see the draw.
[ running his hands back through his hair (it falls over his temples perfectly, btw), he crosses the room to the sword that's leaning very un-perilously against one of the hotel walls. it doesn't look like much, even when he grabs it by the neck and pulls it from its sheath.
there's a golden gleam of a sharp edge, and he weighs it in his hand before turning toward her, the blade pointed at the floor. ]
Be forewarned, it will hurt ... But the closer you become to accepting whatever it is, the less the sword can affect you. [ a pause. ] It's interesting, isn't it? The sword draws out the truth, breaks falsehoods, and draws out corruption, but it's still considered a curse.
[ with a wave of his free hand, he offers it to her. ]
[ Seeing it held out there like that stalls her a little. The picture he paints of fragility makes her both more determined and more aware of her own vulnerability. She might not be ready. She didn't feel ready on the Viridian Sea when Kylo turned her to the truth of her parents. But she had survived it. Right? In many ways it felt like that had been the start of all this spiraling she was doing. ]
Just a second.
[ There was Ben to consider, after all. She had felt it from him. She touches her Magitek and it glows as she silently sends him a warning text. It wouldn't do for him to interrupt them, and she chooses to believe he would. Maybe she's wrong. Maybe she's lying to herself.
All the more reason to put a stop to it. Rey reached out to take the sword in hand. She sort of expected something instantaneous. A revelation. But Ben had been injured when she'd found him -- faintly, but injured. She turned the blade over in her hand. ]
You don't have to be here for this if you don't want to. You don't owe me anything.
[ Which is to say -- she could use someone probably. But Loki isn't obligated to do that, and she'll do it anyway. In fact, she raises her other arm and drags the blade along it -- a little deeper than necessary. It draws a trickling stream of blood that rolls down her pale skin, gathering in the rolled up sleeves of her jacket. ]
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It's not like I can't see the draw.
[ running his hands back through his hair (it falls over his temples perfectly, btw), he crosses the room to the sword that's leaning very un-perilously against one of the hotel walls. it doesn't look like much, even when he grabs it by the neck and pulls it from its sheath.
there's a golden gleam of a sharp edge, and he weighs it in his hand before turning toward her, the blade pointed at the floor. ]
Be forewarned, it will hurt ... But the closer you become to accepting whatever it is, the less the sword can affect you. [ a pause. ] It's interesting, isn't it? The sword draws out the truth, breaks falsehoods, and draws out corruption, but it's still considered a curse.
[ with a wave of his free hand, he offers it to her. ]
A testament to fragility, I suppose.
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Just a second.
[ There was Ben to consider, after all. She had felt it from him. She touches her Magitek and it glows as she silently sends him a warning text. It wouldn't do for him to interrupt them, and she chooses to believe he would. Maybe she's wrong. Maybe she's lying to herself.
All the more reason to put a stop to it. Rey reached out to take the sword in hand. She sort of expected something instantaneous. A revelation. But Ben had been injured when she'd found him -- faintly, but injured. She turned the blade over in her hand. ]
You don't have to be here for this if you don't want to. You don't owe me anything.
[ Which is to say -- she could use someone probably. But Loki isn't obligated to do that, and she'll do it anyway. In fact, she raises her other arm and drags the blade along it -- a little deeper than necessary. It draws a trickling stream of blood that rolls down her pale skin, gathering in the rolled up sleeves of her jacket. ]