[If it is, there's plenty of opportunity for Wren to call it off. Teren is still standing behind her, winding a strand of hair around one long finger, hanging a bit closer and, of course, as tall as she is, looming a bit.
There's a definite amusement radiating from her as the Templar becomes tongue-tied, and before too long, Teren's dark fingertips are tracing Wren's jawline.]
Our own sort of power, [she thoughtfully, yet firmly decides,] which they know well to fear.
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Date: 2017-06-30 07:27 am (UTC)There's a definite amusement radiating from her as the Templar becomes tongue-tied, and before too long, Teren's dark fingertips are tracing Wren's jawline.]
Our own sort of power, [she thoughtfully, yet firmly decides,] which they know well to fear.