Thread: The Bloodied Blades of Love (Frogger and InsertNameHere)

Mm, I suppose you may After all, I must have you in top form, and this will be a long, boring flight...for the both of us. Malice ran her fingers through a couple strands of hair falling down over her eyes, only to tuck the strands behind an ear. This was actually a welcome reprieve from the boredom just waiting over the horizon...because such boredom is borderline torture, especially when confined within four walls. Once she set aside her laptop and papers -which is an extensive list of people she fought for over the years-, those bright, deep green eyes met his. There was a smile upon her lips, causing the pink flesh to appear...even more tempting than usual. When you are ready...go ahead and start. Malice offered her left hand to the young man. I know you say that leaving has never crossed your mind...but trust me, it will someday. You will find a beautiful young woman to settle down with, and you wont want your life to be touched by such...malevolence. Unless you want a rivaling assassin to threaten the life of your wife...and of the children you will someday bear, I suggest readying yourself for whatever lies in your future. Do you understand me? Her eyes, deep...dark...and wise, kept gazing intently into his own. Now then, lets begin your...test. It wasnt so much a test, really, since he couldnt move her hand more than an inch...but rather, it was a test of his endurance and patience. Such things are important in an assassin, as well as strength. Most only think of strength, given how killing others for your own personal gain does tend to...weigh on the mind. At first Syd tried moving her hand standing up, using both hands upon her palm. Determination etching lines into his handsome face, he bore down with all the strength he had at his disposal, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Those dark eyes narrowed just the slightest bit, his lips forming a thin line. In all honesty...it was rather cute. Maybe it was the dark hair falling into his eyes...or maybe it was the eyes, narrow and intense, but well...she really couldnt help thinking such. His muscles bulged with effort, the shirt he had on straining across his chest and shoulders, almost to the point where it looked like it was going to tear. Mm, I wouldnt mind seeing that...the beautiful assassin thought, already tracing those muscles with her eyes alone. The shirt didnt leave much to the imagination, since it was so tight on the young man...but it was still almost like torture. Especially when she could just rip it off and rub those planes with her fingers... Wait...What in the world is she thinking?! This is Syd, her loyal discipline...her protege in the killing arts. There cant be any feelings...at least, not of that sort, towards the man. After all such ties are nothing but weakness in this political world. Rivals are constantly keeping their eyes on her...just watching, waiting for any sign of weakness...for she is one of the very best. Anyone will want to dethrone her...especially if that means more money going into their pockets. That is just how it works, for assassins and for anyone else. Malice let him do this for an hour, maybe an hour and a half, just doing a little light reading while he did so. After it became obvious that he was reaching his limit, she gave a small, delicate yawn, that way he would stop. Syd was a stubborn man, she learned, one who wont quit unless she either yawned...or he just couldnt continue. However...it was often hard to determine just when you have reached your limit, for it was hard to give up...even when it comes to something as simple as this. Several hours passed, boredom only be warded off with modern day technology and listening to music playing over the speakers. Not much was said between she and her ward. Every once in a while they would exchange small idle chit chat, which would ebb into silence after only about ten minutes. The thing is...she never did care for chit chat, for action spoke louder than words. At least...in her book, they did. Promises can be broken easily, since it is just spoken words...but if promises were made in a written form...well, those can be trusted. Alright, Miss Blackthorn...and Mr. Simon, please take your seats. The plane will be landing here very shortly. A deep, experienced voice interrupted the music, demanding attention and to be obeyed. Normally Malice wouldnt tolerate such insolence...but from this veteran, she was fine with following that order. After all...what did she know about flying jets? Hm...Maybe I should start learning Malice thought to herself, buckling the seat belt. Such knowledge could prove to be useful...especially in a tight situation One delicate hand brushed back several dark threads of hair out of her face, sharp green eyes taking in every detail that was to be taken in. The jet began its descent, clouds disappearing from sight as that lovely blue color replaced it. Fifteen minutes later, the pair was walking off the jet, into the company of five large, muscular men. Hello, boys, she greeted. A couple nods were given, but other than that, nothing was said or done. Apparently, they were waiting on someone else. It was actually quite a relief...since they could have been under Mr. Blurrsburys employment. A long black stretch limo was waiting out by the streets, thanks to Syds preparations. Inside there was a mini bar, fully stocked with all their favorite drinks, as well as a radio and television set. In other words...it was exactly how he specified it to be, with her mostly in mind. Even the driver, an older gentleman, kept his silence, which is how she preferred it to be. The drive to the hotel didnt take long at all. It wasnt elegant, by any stretch, yet it will suffice. Malice didnt need all the extra drippings to life, not when she was on a mission. The luxuries can wait...until she has need to relax, and enjoy such things. That time will come later but for right now, she will make due with what she has. Malices green eyes took in their new room, which is where they will be residing for the next week or so. Job well done, Syd, very well done. Thank you for making the preparations. We will have to go out later to buy food, and to gather information...but I say we should wait until morning for that. How about we order in for dinner? Her lips curved into a smile, one of which many men would consider alluring, even seductive, she gestured towards the phone, and the couple of pamphlets beside it. Why dont you order the food you want to eat tonight? Im not all that hungry, so I am going to be making plans because I will be needing to speak to Mr. Horton, maybe tomorrow, and I have to know exactly what to say.