- Messages
- 10,247
- Reaction score
- 29,526
- Points
- 28,100
- Salty Doubloons
- 13,380
Who are they that call you so? Yourself, or your trusted lackeys? Artemis snorted at the man’s own description of himself. Yet even despite her own words of nonchalance, her fingers still picked at the familiar wood of her bow that stretched across her chest. Her eyes followed Gambit as he floated through the air, very much a master of physical grace at the very least.
Her body tensed as he seemed to transform for a moment, before rematerializing behind her, already touching her. He spoke words that he likely thought honeyed, but Artemis saw through the layer of sweetness that covered the true meaning of what he was saying to her. Artemis turned around, but what followed was likely not what Gambit would have wished for.
You speak of me as if I must be protected, tucked away safely. Artemis said, producing a knife in her hand and pressing it to the pirate’s neck. You speak of me as another one of your trophies hidden away for your pleasure and for the sake of others. You have never crossed blade with a woman, not for some true honor of your own, but instead because you don’t see us as equal to yourself.
What do I seek? Artemis stepped even closer, seemingly lifting herself even more up towards Gambit’s face. Her eyes were full of determination as they looked into those of her adversary. I seek a life of my own, not to be beholden to someone else. If you wish to have me, it will not be as one of your toys, but as an equal, if not in strength then at least in respect .
What magic is needed for you to accept such a thing?
Her body tensed as he seemed to transform for a moment, before rematerializing behind her, already touching her. He spoke words that he likely thought honeyed, but Artemis saw through the layer of sweetness that covered the true meaning of what he was saying to her. Artemis turned around, but what followed was likely not what Gambit would have wished for.
You speak of me as if I must be protected, tucked away safely. Artemis said, producing a knife in her hand and pressing it to the pirate’s neck. You speak of me as another one of your trophies hidden away for your pleasure and for the sake of others. You have never crossed blade with a woman, not for some true honor of your own, but instead because you don’t see us as equal to yourself.
What do I seek? Artemis stepped even closer, seemingly lifting herself even more up towards Gambit’s face. Her eyes were full of determination as they looked into those of her adversary. I seek a life of my own, not to be beholden to someone else. If you wish to have me, it will not be as one of your toys, but as an equal, if not in strength then at least in respect .
What magic is needed for you to accept such a thing?