She waves as he retreats towards the back of the shop, allowing herself a light little laugh as she turns on her heel and lets her gaze skirt across some of the others in the room. There's no one she's willing to waste the time with, not wanting to leave any more tracks than necessary, but she can't deny that the power feels good as she stands tall, then sprawls across one of the couches in the lobby.
A few minutes later, she gets the signal, smirking as she pushes off the couch and walks... maybe not as quickly as she could.
Because there's no way he's sending that signal from the brink of death.
When she kicks the door open, gun pointed at the redhead and a sharpened stake under her belt, Faye almost can't contain a laugh. Because there are definitely fewer clothes on him than before.
And a lot more rope involved.
"I can't remember the last time I saw shibari being used on a man," she remarks, not breaking gazes with the woman, who's turned now to look her in the eye. And is way, way too calm about the gun to be an average human.
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A few minutes later, she gets the signal, smirking as she pushes off the couch and walks... maybe not as quickly as she could.
Because there's no way he's sending that signal from the brink of death.
When she kicks the door open, gun pointed at the redhead and a sharpened stake under her belt, Faye almost can't contain a laugh. Because there are definitely fewer clothes on him than before.
And a lot more rope involved.
"I can't remember the last time I saw shibari being used on a man," she remarks, not breaking gazes with the woman, who's turned now to look her in the eye. And is way, way too calm about the gun to be an average human.