[No, she had never cared about being physically attractive. She and her brothers were striking, just the right mix of mother and father, dark hair with large eyes and starkly defined features. That had never been something to take notice of, to be proud of. They were borrowed attributes. Her mind was hers, and that she valued. Her mind was unforgettable, and if there was one thing she liked, it was invading others, leaving her mark on them.
She stares at the metallic instrument he's held up. She had been hard to touch, once. Lured in by only two men in twenty-five years and hundreds of other encounters. It had only taken one to break her and now the marking seems to be the only part of living she really understands.]
too early;
She stares at the metallic instrument he's held up. She had been hard to touch, once. Lured in by only two men in twenty-five years and hundreds of other encounters. It had only taken one to break her and now the marking seems to be the only part of living she really understands.]
You're going to make this difficult.
[Her eyes finally flicker up, lips pursing.]