***Ghirahim***
I sigh, appearing before Vaati, in her mother's place. I smile slightly as her breath washes over the skin of my throat. "Shhhhhhh...It's okay, Calypso. I've got you," I murmur to her, stroking her back soothingly. She clutches at me and cries ever more into my shoulder, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. "Shhhhhhh... It's alright, my dear, it's alright."
She stiffens in my embrace suddenly, and I can't help but chuckle. My hands gradually stop their movement, instead resting lightly on her back. Very slowly she lifts her head from my shoulder and meets my gaze, not bothering to wipe away the tears that trace down her face. After many more moments she seems to be made aware of the placement of her hands. Swallowing hard, her cheeks turn red as she removes her hands from my back. I wince as her fingers brush a scar on my ribcage.
Her eyes reveal nothing to me as she holds my gaze. She glances from the tear stains on the material of my jumpsuit, to my face, her expression unreadable. I reach forward to gently wipe her tears away, and it is then she acts.
"You bastard!" She shouts at me, battering at my chest with her fists. I allow the blows to land, but I am momentarily surprised at the force behind each and every one. Snarling at her, I grip her wrists in an inseparable grip. Still shouting at me, she teleports behind me, aiming a fierce kick to my head. I roll to the side, evading the strike, and get up onto my feet quickly, lashing out at her soon after.
She dodges my attacks easily, and my eyes narrow dangerously as my attacks become quicker and fiercer. I pause my assault for a few moments, pointing a finger at the ground as I snarl a spell in Demon, sending out a concussive blast that knocks Calypso off her feet. She lands on her back on the ground, smacking her head against the ground harshly. The force of the blow makes a groan slip past her defenses.
I sneer down at her, chuckling darkly. I plant a sharp kick in her ribs, making her curl into herself, turning onto her side. Kneeling down beside her form, I see that she is mouthing words, probably cursing me in Minish. I lean forward and hiss into her ear in Demon, "If you value your people's life, hold your tongue..." She falls silent, but her eyes remain open, and she glares at me with such hatred, I would be incinerated if looks could kill.
I smirk at her, placing one hand beneath her chin. Laughing mockingly, I sneer, "What is this hate I see in your eyes? Is that not unbecoming of one of your position, Goddess?"
She says nothing to me as she moves her head to where it's not resting on my fingers. My fingers curl into my palm as I slowly walk around her, studying her intently. A plan gradually comes to mind as I circle her, and a small smile spreads across my face as I chuckle lowly.
Acting quickly, I reach down and grasp her upper arm roughly, dragging her to her feet before casting her against a nearby tree. Her breath leaves her with a huff as she is momentarily stunned. Speaking a single word, I materialize chains which wrap around her body, pinning her with her back against the tree. My lips peel back to reveal teeth vampiric in nature as I stalk closer to her, summoning my sword in my hand.
Now recovered from her initial shock, Vaati looks at me steadily, though her gaze goes to the gleaming edge of my blade more than once. I offer her a smile that does not ease her mind one bit.
I move closer to where my body is brushing against hers a bit. I lift my sword to run it gently down the side of her face, continuing on from there as it eventually stops at her ribcage. Glancing at her, I am happy to see an amount of fear in her eyes, fear she couldn't keep hidden. One corner of my mouth twitches up in a cruel smile as I speak a single word, causing the rapier I hold in my hand to disappear. I place that same hand lightly on her ribcage, to where I can feel the heat of her skin beneath the fabric of her dress.
She shudders a bit and my smile turns into a sneer, mocking her wordlessly. I feel her body tense as I rest my free hand on the side of her face. I draw closer, to where my lips nearly brush hers. A sly, dark gleam enters my eyes as I capture her mouth with my own, my hand trailing down to reside on the side of her neck, her pulse beating fast underneath my fingertips. I smile slightly against her lips, amused at the fact that her body is betraying her.