"Men are like parking spots. The good ones are already taken and what's left is handicapped."
Oddly enough, that hurt.
Not surprisingly, she quite enjoyed it.
There was something intoxicating about blood, hers or someone else's. She loved the way it felt to be ripped apart, impaled and pounded…. Yeah, she was thinking of something entirely different now. Not that there was much of a difference between sex and murder, right? They both involved sweat and adrenaline and, you know, swords and a body to put it into.
Yet she'd never in her entire life been beaten.
It was quite a turn on.
When her eyelids lifted to reveal her emerald orbs, she grinned like a school girl in love or someone incredibly drunk. Or both.
She grabbed Tora's hand suddenly. How was she even alive, much less talking and moving after being thrown around like a rag doll?
"Abs," she whispered, her throat almost as sore as her knees. From being injured, of course. "What was his name again?" She stood, unsteady from possibly fractured bones or intoxication, using Tora as her clutch. She looked dainty and frail next to the large giant, but looks were deceiving. Anyone able to stand after that beating was either immune to pain, invincible, made of stone or drunk off her ass.
She checked her reflection in a puddle of water and was surprised to find that her face was quite alright, save the little cut from yesterday and a darkening bruise on her jaw and a bump on her head. Then again, she also thought her reflection showed a mermaid so who knew.
Serafina wrapped her arms around the back of Tora's neck, her hips pressing against his as she sighed. Now there was a plan. She'd get in his pants some time.
"I think I'm in love with him, Toto," she told Tora, referring to the supposedly invisible creature who'd just tried to kill her. "God, did you see him? He was hot as all hell." She grinned, tugging and pulling Tora forward. The corners of her lips lifted in a sultry smile.
"I've never had a demon before," she whispered against his ear, and was about to nibble on his earlobe when she swear to God, felt someone grope her ass. She started to sniffle then and then she was full on crying into Tora's chest.
"Oh my god, Tora, I lost. I'm a pathetic female human who should've listened to her parents and married a creepy old man and now they're dead!" She shook him. "They're dead!" She clutched his waist and wept. "I should just sew and cook like my uncle insists that I do but what would he know? He's old! Like, practically 25! I'm so useless!"
She shoved Tora with hands that would've seared prints on a human then and glared at him. "Of course I'm not! Please, I am the epitome of perfection," she declared, then accused, "Why are you so mean, Toto? God, men." She clenched her fists and they burst into flames, the centre a blazing emerald. "I'm going to kill that blonde bimbo bitch! Like hell he can toss me around," she mumbled to herself, pacing back and forth and burning boot prints on the ground. She grabbed a bottle of whisky then - did alcohol magically appear midair around her? - and drowned most of it before deciding, yeah, she could use a sandwich.