07-23-2017, 06:14 PM
An explanation she demands, and reliably enough Ned delivers. She could count on him to not be coy, at least, he had a history of cutting direct to the point. Margot stood with one hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed over her ribs, listening intently as she always did. Her eyes had flicked to Will initially, when reminded how close she'd skirted to threats of true danger with him (and still to this day, if she was honest with herself, on rather a regular schedule).
Then the clap of hands, and resolve to 'do something'. It carried an echo that felt like it came from a stone dropped down a well. She tensed visibly to the room, arms flexing tighter about her chest and lips pressing to a thin line. Her heavy brow hunkered down and eyes focused sharp on Ned, and for a moment she seemed much like an owl on the verge of dropping from its branch to swoop talons first. Except instead of talons, it was likely to be an outburst of angry screeches before stomping out of the house.
That moment passed, though, like a flame smothered out by a blanket. Memory of the circumstance surrounding the flash of anguish tempered the reaction. It didn't kill the stinging upset lingering in her heart, though, and so she swallowed hard and chewed on her lower lip and squeezed her ribs to smother the ache of unpleasant memory.
"Look at him."
She said this in a voice that wanted to be even, but wavered and sizzled as water would in a frying pan. She was speaking to Ned, keeping her hazel gaze upon him, and dipping her head in Will's direction for indication of the 'him' she was referencing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and her nails bit into her arm for the next piece.
"He's nothing like Luke."
Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward on the balls of her bare feet, a subtle change in angle more than intentional movement, as though it would give the point she was stabbing home with her gaze more impact. Were a beat allowed to pass, she exhaled purposefully through her nostrils and made a conscious effort to relax her posture (though it did little to ebb her intensity overall).
"I want him in our Cabal. What I don't want is to hear plans to kill our fucking own, okay?"
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Margot @ 5:34PM
[Willpower: Keep Cool & Use Ur Words]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 6, 8) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 5:36PM
[BOOOORIIIING.]
Then the clap of hands, and resolve to 'do something'. It carried an echo that felt like it came from a stone dropped down a well. She tensed visibly to the room, arms flexing tighter about her chest and lips pressing to a thin line. Her heavy brow hunkered down and eyes focused sharp on Ned, and for a moment she seemed much like an owl on the verge of dropping from its branch to swoop talons first. Except instead of talons, it was likely to be an outburst of angry screeches before stomping out of the house.
That moment passed, though, like a flame smothered out by a blanket. Memory of the circumstance surrounding the flash of anguish tempered the reaction. It didn't kill the stinging upset lingering in her heart, though, and so she swallowed hard and chewed on her lower lip and squeezed her ribs to smother the ache of unpleasant memory.
"Look at him."
She said this in a voice that wanted to be even, but wavered and sizzled as water would in a frying pan. She was speaking to Ned, keeping her hazel gaze upon him, and dipping her head in Will's direction for indication of the 'him' she was referencing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and her nails bit into her arm for the next piece.
"He's nothing like Luke."
Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward on the balls of her bare feet, a subtle change in angle more than intentional movement, as though it would give the point she was stabbing home with her gaze more impact. Were a beat allowed to pass, she exhaled purposefully through her nostrils and made a conscious effort to relax her posture (though it did little to ebb her intensity overall).
"I want him in our Cabal. What I don't want is to hear plans to kill our fucking own, okay?"
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Margot @ 5:34PM
[Willpower: Keep Cool & Use Ur Words]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 6, 8) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 5:36PM
[BOOOORIIIING.]