[ P ] molten snow

Nassar's neutral demeanor had grown more and more agitated since the news of her betrothal had slipped past her mother's lips. Kvothe was no shameful prospect for a husband, but his worth was her last concern. What preoccupied her most was the disrespect she would be paying to Kohl's memory. How would it look if she filled the space he had left so quickly? Some might even construe this rushed marriage as an inevitable one, as though Nassar and Kvothe had secretly nurtured an affair whilst Kohl had been alive. Even the mere thought made the fur along her nape ruffle—albeit not quite as much as the sight of black and ivory fur. The Lieutenant Major's lip curled as she spotted the ruffian. He was talking to someone who scampered away quickly: perhaps an underling? A poor, unsuspecting citizen? Nassar was not sure, but she could not keep the suspicion from her gaze as she stalked forward. She did not bother to conceal her clear dislike of the man as she approached. Her only regret was that she did not have evidence enough to shackle him and bring him back to the barracks. She had come close a couple of times but had never found enough to lock him away. “Leviathan," Nassar greeted, her cordial tone ruined by the clear dislike that dripped from her very being. “Up to no good I presume." “You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."

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@Leviathan

"Yes, yes. How very interesting..." A tone of absolute boredom rolled from his jaws with an over-exaggerated yawn. The fool that quivered before him stumbled over every syllable and shook with terror. "Now hurry before-" A yelp and the pitiful excuse for a spy vanished. A sigh flared from his nostrils, icy eyes rolling as he hung his head back briefly.

Another dead end and yet-

“Leviathan,"

Ah. The reason for his lost lead. A familiar voice, one too shrill. Doused in fire and oh so righteous glory! The flaming crusade, the Warrior Goddess-“Up to no good I presume." Who despised his very existence.

He took his time, biding the slow, easy smile that would creep upon his lips. "Nassar," He locked eyes briefly with the Lieutenant Captain Major- however many titles she now held- before taking a sweeping glance. Glazed in fire and finished in ash, oh she was truly an intimidating sight! But alas, not to him. He only found her mildly amusing, if not a little too good. "Why, what makes you think so, love?" His eyes widened, lifting a large dark paw to his icy chest. Oh how it hurt that she would think of him so lowly!

He could feel the flames flickering, daring to snap.

Oh how he wanted it to.

"And what do I owe the pleasure of your most gracious company?" Oh, she would surely love the mocking bow that followed his sarcastic statement.

That would surely do it.

Where other filth would quickly scramble away to their hidey holes, all of them mice, Leviathan endure her presence with a reaction of the polar opposite. He luxuriated, idling with the casual air of a man who knew only of the theoretical infinity of time and not its mortal, finite nature. When at last his pale eyes found hers, she could feel frustration sparking along her pelt. The urge to reach out and swipe the lazy smile from his lips was viciously tempting and yet she was forced to resist. Without probable cause, she would be risking her neck. It didn't matter if she could force him behind bars. Only a substantial amount of evidence would keep him there. "Why, what makes you think so, love?" Leviathan taunted and her eyes narrowed. "And what do I owe the pleasure of your most gracious company?" He proceeded to bow and her eyes narrowed. “I don't know, perhaps the faint scent of alcohol," she mused, ears flaring back. “The weasel you were just speaking to. I remember seeing him once or twice in the prison, or perhaps he just has a common face." This confrontation would bear no fruit, she had nothing on him in this moment. Nonetheless, she couldn't stop herself from saying something, from forcing him to acknowledge that she had her eyes on him. “You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."

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@Leviathan

Leviathan did not know much about the fierce Nassar, only that she was fiery. Adamant and stubbornly loyal to the regimented Army. He could never understand that kind of devotion to a cause that would willingly let you break your back for, to "defend" peace and justice.

The thought was almost sickening.


And yet... it was... adorable to see her try and restrain herself. Restrain the irritation that blazed within molten eyes. How she surely wanted to wipe his lazy smile from his scarred maw! How she wanted to throw him behind bars and lock away the key.


“I don't know, perhaps the faint scent of alcohol," Her musings caused an icy brows to raise. "Hmm...so drinking is a crime, now?" A small scoff rolled through dark nostrils. "What happened to innocent until proven guilty, eh?" He added with a wink.

“The weasel you were just speaking to. I remember seeing him once or twice in the prison, or perhaps he just has a common face." A small, dramatic gasp befell from his jaws. "Oh, now, Nassar... that is not very nice! I am sure that weasel will be incredibly offended." He rose a paw up to his icy chest, just to empathise the sarcasm that dripped from his silver tongue.

"It is not wise for a soldier-let a lone a high-ranking one to hold grudges." A tut clicked from his jaws, daring to step into the flames and dance just that little bit closer. "I am sure the King would be displeased for prejudice among his ranks..." His voice lowered an octave, aiming to lean forwards and whisper within her ear.

And how did the saying go?

If you play with fire...?

If expression alone could draw blood, Nassar's would have been sharp enough to cut. Alas, all she could do was meet those pale, mocking eyes. A gray ear flicked as he dallied with words, toying with them. It would not have surprised her if he genuinely loved the sound of his own voice for he spoke with the leisure of a man in no rush to stop. How he spoke was not so much the problem as what he said, nettling her with verbal games. Resisting the urge to explain the overly obvious, Nassar only snorted at his retort regarding alcohol. Although quipping back would grant her satisfaction, it would be short-lived. The bait was all too obvious for her to bother taking it. But alas, this was not a trap expertly set. If anything, it was a theatre and Leviathan was the actor upon the stage. He would sink into dramatics and soliloquies with no prodding from her. She was about to shrug him off and leave when he began to speak of the King and, all at once, she could not help herself. Gray ears flared forward and amber eyes blazed. “I am sure you have no right to speak for the King," the Lieutenant Major snapped. “And you would be wise to hold your tongue." “You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."

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@Leviathan

"My, my... if looks could kill." Indeed, those blazing embers bore into him. Perhaps she was dreaming of taring his throat out, squeezing the life out of his rusty windpipes, or perhaps simply make it painful and watch him bleed out to death? Either option sounded utterly delightful, how cute it was to think of how much she possibly loathed him. No one had ever done so before...

And yet, he was impressed at her composure, despite the glaring daggers, she did not snarl. Did not shove her brunt force into him. Simply tried to cut him down with tiresome words and idle jests. Indeed a tame front for a woman branded with fire

Yet surely, soon enough that composure would snap and like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Nassar would be sure to reign righteous fury upon him.

“I am sure you have no right to speak for the King," And indeed, he had found the right crack. The right button to press, it gleaned a rather aggressive action from the fiery woman, her scent was of ash, smoke and yet something sweet. It lingered upon her fur, and caught him as he whispered into her ear- all the while a small smirk danced upon his icy, delighted features. "Temper, temper, Nassar..." He added, with a wink, withdrawing himself from her proximity, yet he remained close enough... perhaps too close for comfort.

“And you would be wise to hold your tongue." Now came the interesting part, one that drew him in with all the temptation in the world. He courted danger, it was part of his job. "Is that so?" His tone was full of amusement. "And why is that, love?" He added, with a signature quirk of a brow.

His admonishments only fanned the flames of her anger and it was difficult to stand still. Anger mixed with deep suspicion and she felt the urge to snarl, to wipe the idle smirk from his lips. But what right do you have to do that? She felt a flash of frustration as an old memory resurfaced. Her mother had ordered that one of the servant boys be beaten. "What proof do you have?" Ankh had asked when Nassar had vehemently told her mother that she would turn her in. In a house of wolves dedicated to Ankh's service, they would quietly cover it up. "And are you just going to run away? Where will you go?" Had come the dry response when Nassar had hotly said that she would leave. It was then that Ankh had revealed that he had been caught assaulting one of the maids in the home. Nassar had been left speechless, horrified by the man she had defended—and all because she had thought the picture before her was the whole painting. Ankh had smiled smugly before sighing and adopting a tone of voice that was almost motherly. "And this is why we have the law," she had drawled. "Because every wolf's sense of justice is skewed." It was the first time that Nassar had been forced to question herself so forcefully. And, to this day, she had the shackles on. As much as she wanted to drag Leviathan off to prison, unless she could prove his guilt, she could not touch him. The fur along her nape ruffled as he called her love and her muzzle wrinkled, several more cracks surfacing within her armor. “Because I will see you behind bars one day," she snapped, allowing the tremor of a growl to taint her voice. Then, forcibly, she pulled herself away. “And I will happily testify against you." Those were her parting words before she stomped her back to the barracks. - exit nassar - “You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."

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@Leviathan

Oh they had never saw eye to eye, polar opposites upon the spectrum of morality. Perhaps to the naked eye-they were dark and light, righteous and sinful. But in Leviathan's eyes, all he saw were two slaves to two very different regimes. Nassar; the flaming, dutiful, honour-bound Solider, loyal to her King and his ways. Restrained and shackled by laws, upholding justice never free.

Leviathan on the other hand, was a slave to only one man's will-the one that held the strings to the Thieve's Guild. Though he never proclaimed to be Rook's... favourite, he had no choice but to obey. If he were to keep his Captain's role and his life of freedom. He could go wherever and do whatever he pleased, yet always in the back of his mind, there were tendrils of chains-of who he answered to.

A master with no face.

Indeed, Nassar seemed so restrained so profoundly calm that it was almost worrying; and then came glimmers, breaks within her gaze that suggested her mind took her someplace else.

He simply grinned, a job well done.


“Because I will see you behind bars one day," And there it was, his prize. His token. He had chipped and chipped away 'till finally, the slightest chink in her armour. “And I will happily testify against you." Lips pursed, pretending to be oh so burned by her insult! "Oh, I look forward to it."His large paw rose to his chest as he extended a mocking bow. With an oh so smug grin that curled upon his dark lips. His icy eyes never left the scorned frame of Nassar as she flickered from view. Only then would his amusement fade, left with silence. No drink. No fun.

A small sigh flared from his nostrils.

"Now, back to business..."

-Exit Leviathan, end thread.-