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[ Alina sucks a breath in. Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that, but the effect is immediate. She lays back in her bed, sinking into the mattress as she closes and reopens the attached image a respectable number of times. ]

so what, are you planning on gifting yourself to me for sankt nikolai's day?
since i'm such a lost cause.

[ Haha just kidding. Unless...

A beat passes and Alina can't help herself. ]

what do you even write, when you send things like that?
if you wanted to... tease them.

Only well-behaved little saints receive gifts on Sankt Nikolai's day.

[ speaking of — that name alone summons the prickling reminder that she is, by proxy, equipping alina with a weapon to wield against him like a teasing brush of a blade. storming nausea roils in her stomach — one she disperses quickly enough, trades for the razor-edged intensity of her focus on alina.

carefully detached, or so she would prefer to believe. ]

For this?
I can still feel you. Do you know how wet I get, looking at the marks you've made?
That should work for a beginner. Subtle, simple, and enough to keep them eating out of the palm of your hand.

Of course, there's the more aggressive approach if you mean to torment instead of tease.
But you should learn to walk a little before you run, Starkov.

are you calling me a brat?

[ Unwise and impulsive, sent before she can think better of it, her mind already conjuring thoughts of a red hand print on her ass, whimpering while Zoya's cutting edge slices her, telling her to behave. ]

And what makes you think I'm a beginner anyway.
Sure I don't know your particular techniques doesn't mean I'm totally lost.

And
Maybe I don't want to be a good little saint here, whatever that means.

Among other things.
Disobedient. Reckless. In need of strong discipline.

You couldn't handle my techniques.

[ most, as it turns out, flinch from it — the assertive approach of a woman who doesn't shy from what she wants or coyly bat her eyelashes to hint around a tumble. it takes a certain spirit to weather zoya nazyalensky's storm — and most hardly last the night, when she breezes out of their grip long before dusk comes.

it's best not to give them the impression that her sharp teeth are just for show, that those fangs might soften with time and tender care. ]

No. I assume you wouldn't want to be.
The world expects its saints to be meek, pious little things. It's an insult, if you ask me.
And incredibly dull.

men would fight a storm and then act surprised when they come out soaked and wrecked. i am not so stupid to not know what i'm getting into.

[ Well. Maybe she is that stupid. Alina is not sure whether she envies Zoya's attitude or the men.

A long beat, and then: ]

what is it like? to be able to take what you want?

It sounds as though you want to get soaked by me, Starkov.

[ — any good strategist doesn't reveal they hadn't particularly meant it that way. zoya's doubts in alina's ability to wield the same harsh weapons zoya prefers notwithstanding, alina's misinterpretation of that statement is eye-opening. worthy of teasing, if the question did not take priority. ]

The same as it feels to discover you are Grisha.
Limitless. Powerful. Freeing.

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