( parisa nods, an over-exaggerated motion for her, mouthing the word oh-kay. she is very abruptly reminded of callum insisting he was going to kill tristan, because neither embry nor callum are in particularly good communication with their hearts, and because fruity men apparently don't know how to love something without wanting to kill it, a little. honestly. she's giving up gay men too, but not gideon. or louis.
luckily he passes her artificial test of loyalty. not really to parisa, but at least to her beauty, which he is passably entranced by. at least embry is also reliable in that direction — he'll always go for the low (or in this case, high) hanging fruit. )
Really? That seems exactly like the kind of thing you'd be into, my perfectly stable and healthy young man. ( there's a wave of her hand, like shuffling embry's worries under the fridge with all the other crumbs you don't feel like dealing with. she slams the rest of her whiskey down like a shot, head rolling on her shoulders as she shudders through the hot waves of liquor hitting her system. ) I'd know it wasn't you, from your brain. One month, you let me lock you in your room every night, but I keep the doors between our suites opened so you have no choice but to come to me. I'll know more about it once I see it.
( that's the easy solution. as for her problem — parisa casts her gaze to the side, glaring at a stained glass window in their bathroom, shaking her head. )
I can argue with the urge for awhile. So I just fight it until I get to the forest, or somewhere I can catch little Bambis or something. ( a shrug ) I could ask for a supply of livestock, but I don't want to take care of them.
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luckily he passes her artificial test of loyalty. not really to parisa, but at least to her beauty, which he is passably entranced by. at least embry is also reliable in that direction — he'll always go for the low (or in this case, high) hanging fruit. )
Really? That seems exactly like the kind of thing you'd be into, my perfectly stable and healthy young man. ( there's a wave of her hand, like shuffling embry's worries under the fridge with all the other crumbs you don't feel like dealing with. she slams the rest of her whiskey down like a shot, head rolling on her shoulders as she shudders through the hot waves of liquor hitting her system. ) I'd know it wasn't you, from your brain. One month, you let me lock you in your room every night, but I keep the doors between our suites opened so you have no choice but to come to me. I'll know more about it once I see it.
( that's the easy solution. as for her problem — parisa casts her gaze to the side, glaring at a stained glass window in their bathroom, shaking her head. )
I can argue with the urge for awhile. So I just fight it until I get to the forest, or somewhere I can catch little Bambis or something. ( a shrug ) I could ask for a supply of livestock, but I don't want to take care of them.