Lyric watched as the man sagged into the chair, his mouth slack, his breath slow and deep. **Finally.**
She tilted her head, watching him like a cat sizing up a sleeping mouse. “There we go, sweetheart. Dream of honey and lollipops,” she murmured, voice syrupy sweet.
Her eyes flicked to the ring on his thick, sausage-like fingers. Too tight. That would be a problem. She flexed her own fingers, considering. Cutting it off would be messy. Slipping it free would take finesse.
Mariam was already moving, reaching for the man's hand, but Lyric held up a finger. “Wait.” Her voice was barely a breath.
She crouched, her movements smooth, practiced. Her fingers ghosted over his knuckles, testing the fit, the give of his skin. Too much resistance. She pressed her lips together, thinking.
“This one's gonna take a little extra charm,” she whispered, reaching into her pocket. A small vial, clear liquid sloshing inside. Just a drop, rubbed into the skin, would make it slick enough to slide the ring off. No tugging. No waking.
She uncorked the vial, letting the scent of faint lavender and something chemical bloom in the air. A little trick she'd picked up in Prague.
“Alright, big guy,” she muttered, dabbing the liquid onto his knuckle, “let's make this easy.”
@Mariam DeTyne
She tilted her head, watching him like a cat sizing up a sleeping mouse. “There we go, sweetheart. Dream of honey and lollipops,” she murmured, voice syrupy sweet.
Her eyes flicked to the ring on his thick, sausage-like fingers. Too tight. That would be a problem. She flexed her own fingers, considering. Cutting it off would be messy. Slipping it free would take finesse.
Mariam was already moving, reaching for the man's hand, but Lyric held up a finger. “Wait.” Her voice was barely a breath.
She crouched, her movements smooth, practiced. Her fingers ghosted over his knuckles, testing the fit, the give of his skin. Too much resistance. She pressed her lips together, thinking.
“This one's gonna take a little extra charm,” she whispered, reaching into her pocket. A small vial, clear liquid sloshing inside. Just a drop, rubbed into the skin, would make it slick enough to slide the ring off. No tugging. No waking.
She uncorked the vial, letting the scent of faint lavender and something chemical bloom in the air. A little trick she'd picked up in Prague.
“Alright, big guy,” she muttered, dabbing the liquid onto his knuckle, “let's make this easy.”
@Mariam DeTyne
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