[ For as open as Eglantine is about its nature, none of them have ever actually seen it fight. Surely it must know how, for all the pride it takes in itself as a blade. If that was the case, surely it would know better than to rile a man already on the verge of violence. Surely it wouldn't let him actually lay his hands on her.
And yet, when Vince lunges, Eglantine doesn't move. She just smiles, as if he's admitted his own loss. She staggers back against the bar, hitting the side of it hard enough that the glasses rattle and the whisky bottle threatens to topple over. Under his hands, its neck is especially slender and delicate. Whatever marks he leaves will be livid on her skin.
strangulation cw
And yet, when Vince lunges, Eglantine doesn't move. She just smiles, as if he's admitted his own loss. She staggers back against the bar, hitting the side of it hard enough that the glasses rattle and the whisky bottle threatens to topple over. Under his hands, its neck is especially slender and delicate. Whatever marks he leaves will be livid on her skin.
If she lives long enough to bruise. ]