<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Tellin' it like it is, <br/>or was. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>The confusion in her gaze was rapidly replaced by a familiar contempt as her eyes darted from Dom to her seized wrist and back once more. Sara still maintained an impractical sense of fairness, and it was made abundantly clear by her furrowed brow and newly set jaw that the raider had slighted it.<br/><br/>With their bodies wedged impossibly close, the heat of his hard chest stung at the flesh that has been cooled by the exposure to the night air. She looked back, unflinchingly as her gaze was held hostage by his vice grip. There was no search, no longing lingering there now, only disappointment, anger, and an less perceptible edge of pity. Her sights flickered away, only for the briefest moment to the jacket now infused with Mika's blood. That shot still rang in her ears. Her recent near execution aside, she'd traveled with the raiders for the better part of two gruesome years. While by the grace of her brother's sacrifice, she had been protected from but not blind to the horrors from which she'd been spared. She'd walked toward that danger eyes wide open, and scared shitless.<br/><br/>While she'd managed to keep her terror shielded behind a veil of apathy, her humiliation was tougher to disguise as he ground against her, describing in agonizing detail the err in her judgement. She wasn't stupid enough to<em>believe </em>his character was salvageable. No, she had committed the far more reckless act of offering her the man a chance of proving her wrong, and hoping he'd succeed. In the wastes, there was no surer route to sorrow then hope.<br/><br/>It was all she could do to glower back, as irate with herself as she was him while enduring the profession of his plans and grandiose self-description. She wanted no part in his world, or specifically, how he'd go about conquering this alleged empire. Her light weight sunk to the couch with no resistance, knowing all too well how a physical confrontation would play out between them, and she was in no mood to offer up that satisfaction. Sara surveyed him from her slumped seat in the dark with deadpan introspection, hands resting idly at her sides. Her treacherous flesh ached for further touch, but her mind was apparently elsewhere.<br/><br/>There was a quiet. A cue she was permitted to speak. Given that what "choice" she had in her future had come and gone, she had little to say. Her head tilted to the side, and she sought out his eyes with a guarded stare. "<strong>You could have had more</strong>." She admitted fquietly, with an air of detachedness, alluding to her loyalties and, well, more.<br/><br/><br/><br/>