Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena Belrose It was, of course, true. Every part of her analysis was indeed correct. Of course, Elena was trying to make it at least hard to immediately see just how on edge and nervous she was. It wasn't quite to the point of full-fledged scared, but it was a set of emotions Elena seldom admitted, let alone felt, in the first place. In that regard, it was a big deal that she was even experiencing such reactions, strengthened by whom was causing her to feel this way. Her head remained leveled, kept at an angle so she was still maintaining eye contact with La Fleur rather than glancing away. Any and all actions that could be regarded as one done out of fear were things Elena was trying her damnedest not to do. ... Though it was definitely becoming an easier said than done task. Second after second that ticked away only gave La Fleur that much more power over her. It was just as nerve-wracking as it was irritating. More out of habit than anything else, Elena jerked her head away as the finger slid along her face, wearing an expression as if trying to scold the criminal across from her. Attempting to say something along the lines of Now's not the time or that!. Yet, never once did she verbally express her thoughts, though she may as well be doing just that with how she looked. Then ... came the reveal. She ... doesn't know? Elena raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. .... Oh come now. You can't be as blonde as I sometimes act. She waited ... waited. This woman was too intelligent to not have some sort of reason for why she really chose her. She probably just needed to dig around and find it, which was much more believable than La Fleur not truly knowing why she had given her the tip. James Bond always had a villain, and vice versa. Besides, when you commit crimes only twice a year, you need a squeeze to play the time. ... Okay. That was more believable but ... what did that last sentence mean? If things had only gotte nsomewhat weird, that only increased as La Fleur revealed she intended to have her men drive them around. Definitely not something she planned for, hinted by her blue eyes widening slightly, out of both a bit of shock and disbelief. ... Alright, Elena agreed after some contemplation, I suppose I didn't have any major plans this evening anyway. She knew perfectly well there was no choice in this matter. Still, her stubborn nature didn't want to easily admit that to Zara's face either. So ... she'd humor her. Amuse her. With how dramatic her 'entrance' had been, she figured - certainly hoped - La Fleur would enjoy the wit, if nothing else. And who knew? Maybe it'd keep her on this woman's more decent side ... just in case she was contemplating whether to go on and kill Elena tonight or not. Better safe than sorry. Ahh, what a wise proverb. One more question that wouldn't be a pointless one ... Now her gaze lowered, but not fueled on by any uncertainties. Instead, it was done mainly out of habit, in hopes she could think of a good inquiry to offer Paris's most dangerous flower. Finally, one came ot her head. It would likely sound mundane, at least at first. But there actually was a reason behind Elena choosing this over any other question she could have asked. So, Miss La Fleur, if you had to label or declare yourself as one exact type of flower, which would it be, what color, and why?