"I should set you on fire, might make you a bit more lively," Jordan was quick to reply, a teasing tilt to her mouth as she lounged back against the bench, watching him. This new body she was still getting used to, but the core of her felt the same, new flesh on an old frame, and her bearing was unaltered—Too masculine to be entirely feminine, and now too feminine for masculinity. Either way, she liked it.
"I don't simply start fires, darling, I control them," she continued, watching Erik as he watched her hands, licks of fire now leaping from finger to finger, reflected in his wary eyes. With a quick flick of her wrist, she clamped her hand shut, and when she splayed it out again, there was nothing but a wisp of smoke in her palm.
"Or perhaps you could be more lively without it." Blue eyes still fixed upon him, Jordan arched one aristocratic eyebrow and gave the slightest nudge—Just the hint of a suggestion, really—and waited to see what Erik might do.
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Date: 2014-07-10 04:42 am (UTC)"I don't simply start fires, darling, I control them," she continued, watching Erik as he watched her hands, licks of fire now leaping from finger to finger, reflected in his wary eyes. With a quick flick of her wrist, she clamped her hand shut, and when she splayed it out again, there was nothing but a wisp of smoke in her palm.
"Or perhaps you could be more lively without it." Blue eyes still fixed upon him, Jordan arched one aristocratic eyebrow and gave the slightest nudge—Just the hint of a suggestion, really—and waited to see what Erik might do.