She doesn't go down without a fight, exactly. Wide eyes take in the knifepoint, the solemn look in those baby blues, but she continues to squirm, her free hand in a vice like grip over the wrist that holds her possible future ventilation.
Defiance burns like a beacon in her gaze, and Gaby, too, offers something akin to a grin: except its a snarl, of lips curled over pearly whites that can still render flesh apart.
"As easy as you are? No, we wouldn't want that, soldier boy. If you don't want to be feeling very sorry for yourself in a few moments I suggest you unhand a lady."
She's frightened. She's absolutely frightened, her nostrils flare with every inhale that jars sharply into the bottom of her lungs, frightened of this soldier and just what he can do, so far away from them.
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25/9/15 09:33 (UTC)Defiance burns like a beacon in her gaze, and Gaby, too, offers something akin to a grin: except its a snarl, of lips curled over pearly whites that can still render flesh apart.
"As easy as you are? No, we wouldn't want that, soldier boy. If you don't want to be feeling very sorry for yourself in a few moments I suggest you unhand a lady."
She's frightened. She's absolutely frightened, her nostrils flare with every inhale that jars sharply into the bottom of her lungs, frightened of this soldier and just what he can do, so far away from them.
But she won't go down without a fight.