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Oh for Saint's sake.
This is the second time this has happened to me.
That wasn't meant for you.

[ A beat, and then: ]

And what's wrong with my underwear? It's comfortable.

Nothing. Sankta Vasilka would be proud you've chosen to follow in her chaste footsteps.

[ she is firmly sealing off all thoughts of alina's intended recipient, thank you — mostly due to the nagging suspicion she knows precisely who its target was. this back and forth is more familiar, more welcome, than the churning whirlpool of — something in her gut. an affliction she won't feed by granting it the power of a name. ]

I was under the impression your message was meant to be enticing. My mistake.

yeah well maybe sankta vasilka knew a thing or two about fastenings that don't pinch and how lace can be terribly itchy.

[ Actually, that's mostly the underwear she buys for herself. The pieces that find their way into her dresser from Nikolai's discerning eye are all quite comfortable, but she doesn't want to even think about how much they cost. ]

you just got here, how do you know what's enticing or not.

[ A stupid question, Alina realizes immediately. Of course Zoya knows how to craft an especially alluring sext already. ]

They’re not meant to be worn long enough to itch, little saint. They’re designed to come off quickly. That’s how you determine whether they’ve been properly admired.

[ why does she have to explain this. someone toss her off a cliff. ]

Honestly, it’s like you’ve never seduced anyone into your bed before. The technique remains the same no matter where you are.

am i supposed to insult them while i wear overpriced bits of string? just trying to think what you would do.

[ never the one to retreat from the promise of a challenge, there's no warning — and no shame — involved in the picture she (smugly, for that matter) attaches. look, she has a point to prove now. ]

I wear more than overpriced string.
Unless you were hoping for a glimpse of that next.

[ Oh that's

quite a sight.

Alina feels a bit like a voyeur looking at it for too long (even though that makes no sense, Zoya sent it to her specifically). Really, the only way that she gets herself to stop looking is to wrestle her brain back into cooperating and internalize the fact that Zoya wants her to look. It's a knife in her set of weapons.

Two can play at this game. ]

that's just posing.
you don't need lingerie for that, just good tits.

see.

[ attached. ]

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Spoken like someone who has never appreciated the wrapping on a gift.
Consider it an amplifier. They're intended to enhance natural talents.

[ or — what she had considered amplifiers to be, once. an adornment of power, rather than the crutch it had become. there's might in this, just the same: leaning on her beauty as a weapon, learning how to best wield it to starkov to see her relent.

the pause that follows is less tactical than necessary, though she makes no move to rush through leaving alina dangling on the other end. yes, she's determined and competitive enough to have had the time to change. the attached image pings through, followed by a quick message: ]

Since you're hopeless enough to require a demonstration.

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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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cw for nsfw link

also nsfwish link

if there is a link in this thread from this point forward it's gonna be nsfw cw for all innocents

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