HIS SMIRK FADES into a simple frown, displeased with her discomfort.
the vengess were a hardy people, unafraid of most. ( of all, actually. )
there were few things that even a common vengess could not conquer.
the covetess where of a different breed, a different culture altogether.
but his lady love would be fine as long as he stood beside her, as proud
as she was cunning.
『 don’t speak like that. 』
HE DOESN’T MEAN to sound harsh, but his face lightens as he places
a hand on her shoulder, turning so that he blocked her view of the ball.
he takes a deep breath, formulates his words carefully, and nods
before speaking again.
『 the vengess are a strong people, nevy. but you
are stronger. it will take some time, but soon you
will be one of us, and they will all adore you. give
give them smiles, but give them curses and roughness
as well. 』
HE GRINS down at her, canines forming a sickening smile, but it was
of pure adoration for her and only her.
『 you will be fine, my love. i am here for you.
』
“Smiles and roughness?
I.. think I can do that.”
Despite her rather innocent demeanor, Nevy was not all smiles and kind words. When enraged enough she could turn into the most vicious Covetess one had seen – her envy demanded attention, no competition and respect. Unlike the Vengess, the Covetess in question were more putting on a nice face and hiding at dagger just at their back. Planting social destroying items, or even belittling some in a game of wit to lower their standing amongst their peers.
But here? The Vengess were more about being upfront, there was no hiding intentions and fake plastic smiles. Things weren’t subtle and social suicide ( figuratively ) was not a thing among them; murder, strength and out right brutality was a hand they recognized and respected.
“ You are.. I know that I can do anything with you at my side.
I–never actually thought you’d agree to take my hand.
You could have anyone, and yet you allowed this truce
to take place. It’s more than just…. a little flattering. ”