[ She lifts her arm to wipe the blood from her mouth, smearing it across her lips and her cheek as she eyes him across the room. Her grip on her knife tightens again, its hungry blade as red as the smudges on her face. She tilts her head aside slowly, spitting out a bit more blood before she starts making her way towards him. Not rushed. Maybe because of her wheezing breaths, and maybe because she doesn't think there's anywhere he can run now. ]
What are you up to, Rex?
[ Dimly, in the back of her head, she recognizes the concern in his voice. That it's for her. And she loves that about him — that he cares about her, even now, even when the one thing she wants more than anything is a fight to the death. Her love coexists with her bloodthirst. Drives it, even. Makes Rex the quarry she can't let go. ]
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What are you up to, Rex?
[ Dimly, in the back of her head, she recognizes the concern in his voice. That it's for her. And she loves that about him — that he cares about her, even now, even when the one thing she wants more than anything is a fight to the death. Her love coexists with her bloodthirst. Drives it, even. Makes Rex the quarry she can't let go. ]
What are you trying to pull?