Put On Your Doll Face

The brute told her he preferred gifts rather than stealing, and she was more naive than she should have been. Naive or desperate, it really didn't matter in this time. She knew in this moment what she was after, and if the brute killed her she would be put out of her misery. Or, that's how she saw it at least. She cared little for her own life these days.

Duchess stood, her tiny body facing the giant before her. Her eyes hadn't changed the gentle nature in them as she nearly begged for him to come closer. But she stood with more confidence than desperation. She hadn't been with anyone since she had found out she was pregnant, not even Segin. All she wanted was Indigo, but that had seemed to change after the loss. She had separated herself from him, even if he had reached out to her. What had happened between them was unmendable. Not only what she had done to him, but what she felt like he had done to her. But she felt like she needed something, or someone who she wasn't attached to. Those of the band had grown strong together, even in the tough times. But she also needed to feel like she was desired, even if it wasn't wholly the truth from the other.

"What kinds of gifts do you prefer?" She questioned quietly while looking up at him. Her mood had changed little since he had appeared. Over all she was rather flat and consistent, but her intentions were probably more clear to see through.

"Duchess"