Rage

It was a rare occasion to see Maya lose her temper. The frost-eyed siren held herself with more control than most people could even comprehend. And she'd calmly excuse herself from a situation whenever she felt any sort of anger taking hold of that control. Few things could truly push Maya past that vice like grip she held over her emotions. Lilith was one of those things.

It was a rare occasion to see Maya lose her temper, and Lilith reveled in the sheer ferocity of it. The first time she'd ever seen the azure siren lose control had been an accident. A simple mistake made in the heat of a battle that had almost cost Lilith her life. The unfortunate soul who'd taken advantage of her mistake was the first victim of the ice siren's rage and Lilith had watched in amazement as Maya tore through the bandit in a brutality she rarely demonstrated. And when the offender had become no more than several blood-smears across the battlefield, frost-gray eyes turned their heated rage to her. Lilith couldn't help the shiver that had ran down her spine.

It was a rare occasion to see Maya lose her temper. As Lilith's back connected roughly with the wall behind it she swore she could hear the concrete crack. As Maya's fist made contact with the space to the left of her temple she swore she could feel the chips of wall coat her cheek. As Maya's snarling teeth came within a hair's width of Lilith's gasping lips she swore she could feel the lightning storm crackling within the rage of the other siren's soul. A shiver ran down her spine. Few things could truly push Maya past that vice like grip she held over her emotions. Lilith was one of those things. And she was quickly making sure to discover every last way to tip that precious grip of control head first into the oblivion of rage that the Maya kept such tight hold to.

Because when Maya lost her temper, Lilith lost her breath.