<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0c/2a/09/0c2a0955968d4239742ebb244dfcc88c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Theseus Rockford<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Second night, 10pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robyn<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Physical violence<hr/><br/>Theseus didn't let go of her hair after she replied. He didn't care that she was glaring murder in his direction, his own rage slowly ebbed but remained clear across his features. She was disheveled, battered and angry above all, she could easily lash out again.  He gained nothing by battering the poor woman, no matter how stubborn or defiant she was. They were traits he admired and even sought in his partner's, a shame their first encounter started on such a negative note.<br/><br/>He moved a few steps over, guiding her towards the bed as he took a seat at the edge. The forming bruise on her right side had him nearing the back of his free hand to softly caress the struck skin. "I won't tolerate that behavior again, if we are going to be sharing a room then we are going to get along...one way or another." Theseus explained their situation, his tone returning to his calm albeit confident tone from earlier. His hand moved around her cheek until his fingertips traced her large soft lips. "Gorgeous, I am glad no harm came to these lips of yours. Be a good girl now and your name." He commanded, as he tugged on her hair so they could look eyes but his wear clearly not on her face as he looked down her neck line to steal a peek from the inside of her shirt. He was pulling her closer, the soft touches of his free hand was moving to her neck just in case he needed to put her in her place once again.<br/><br/>