hound and i / parker and maryn
Mar 13, 2022 18:05:13 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Mar 13, 2022 18:05:13 GMT -5
maryn hale ;
Only hours after her etiquette lesson with Sierra, Maryn is standing just outside of Parker Lachlan's quarters, balancing a charcuterie board with one hand and grasping a wine bottle and two glasses with the other. Looking at her in the glow of the hallway lights, there's no telltale signs of the events that have just transpired. The blood has been scrubbed clean from her skin, she's wearing clothes fit for an evening of fine dining, and the smile on her burgundy lips is like a blade hiding in a bouquet of flowers — thorns are not enough for Maryn Hale. They have never been.She wants steel. Knife in the windpipe.
Kicking one of her stiletto heels against the door incessantly, she wastes no time stepping across the threshold when Parker finally greets her. Silently, and with purpose, she goes about laying the scene for the conversation. She places the refreshments on the dresser, spreading out the charcuterie board on the tribute's bed, kicking off her shoes, and then scoffing. "Ah, so this is why you always look so miserable." She takes in the interior of the space, frowning sourly and grabbing the bedside remote to start playing a hologram of a luxury restaurant on the walls. The candles add a little cheer to the room.
Pouring two glasses, one for herself and the early frontrunner herself, she doesn't see the harm in it. Really, it's perfectly traditional. When the rats play their little insignificant part, they get their piece of cheese. And here she is with limitless options, perching on the edge of the satin sheets and nodding to the space opposite of her, extending the wine to Parker. "I feel like it's been a long day for the both of us. So many problems to solve." Beat; she smirks like the movement can cut. "You included.
Then she sighs, reminding herself that she has not come here for carnage — at least not yet. "That aside, allow me to be blunt. I've here to discuss business." She goes about making herself more comfortable, all in the hopes of putting the other girl more on edge. As much as she loves having power over people as a given, there's something about demanding respect from other powerful individuals that has always thrilled her. She knows it's not a fair match — drop a mountain in the way of Maryn's goals, and she'll see it torn apart — but she cannot deny there's a sense of familiarity to the whole thing.
It feels as nostalgic as it does foreboding.
"Come. Break bread with your host."