The warrior takes the bait and Isabela’s eyes narrow.
Victory. She has the woman’s nerves at the very tips
of her fingers and, oh, is she quite talented at
plucking them towards an edge. Unafraid of the fire
emanating from the taller woman, the pirate queen
slips close and reaches out to play long fingers
against one of the many clasps piecing together
Aveline’s armor. She grips hard and pulls until
they’re face to face. Her breath blooms over
pale skin, as her tone turns sharp.
“Do not underestimate me,” She locks their
gazes. “I have taken on bigger than
you and come out on top.” She pauses for
effect.. “In more ways than one…”
Aveline can’t help but let out a sharp, sudden gasp
as Isabela gives a sharp yank on her armor, forcing
the guard to take a step forward to avoid losing her
balance. By this point, she’s practically seething, a
deep red shade accentuating the array of freckles
lining her face. Heat radiates from her cheeks, and
at this distance, she’d be amazed if Isabela didn’t
feel it as well.
“Take your hand off of me,” she commanded
slowly, though there’s a distinct tremor in her voice.
“Or lose it."