touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)
Rogue ([personal profile] touchofrogue) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet 2015-11-20 04:00 am (UTC)

Alright. You can always grab somethin' ta eat on the way, since it'll be a little while.

[The game was the kinder option, really. In her current state, Rogue didn't mind either, but if she remembered she'd be grateful for it later.

As soon as Natasha's hand brushes the handle of the knife, her senses abruptly sharpen, increase to the point where it is immediately noticeable. She's stronger, she sees more sharply, and it's a good thing too. Because the light in the room changes, the colors growing darker. The blankets and other signs of comfort disappear. The guitar beneath the mantle is replaced by a set of katanas, perfectly matched and well-balanced.

A heavy scent of cigar smoke drifts into the room, though there is no cigar present.

And the crackling of the fire may grow louder - or perhaps it is just her enhanced hearing.]

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