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[howling_laugh]

Coyote leans up against the bar. It's quite warm in Sedona, even on a clear night like tonight. She's wearing a skirt that comes inches within violating a bar rule and high-heeled sandals.

She's smoking, and smiling.

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[creator_raven]

"You are so much for obedience, then?"

Raven stands, head cocked.

His eyes are very black.

"That, I think, is almost a surprise."

[howling_laugh]

She gives him a look full of disdain. "I told her it was no use. You are always good for nothing until you get over it."

Coyote waves a hand.

"But, you have all the time in the world, don't you?"

[creator_raven]

He's on her in a moment, fingers curling in cloth--or is it skin?--slamming her into a nearby table.

His face is very close to hers, teeth bright and sharp.

"And that is what you hate, perhaps. I have wondered, I think. On occasion."

He tilts his head, gaze fathomless and dark.

"Or possibly it is gloating, yes?"

Silence.

"Now I am for knowing what it is to be left."

[howling_laugh]

"Get used to it," Coyote snarls through her bloody nose. "Nobody likes a wet blanket." Her hands are tight on his arms, since he isn't bothering to hold her up. Heels aren't exactly made for fighting in.

[creator_raven]

Fire flickers in his eyes as his hands tighten their grip.

He leans closer.

"Lose your world, Coyote. And then, I think, we will talk, yes?"

He pushes away from her, stepping back. If the push overbalances her--these things happen.

"Only you, I think, do not so much stay when that happens. So."

[howling_laugh]

"I have lost mine more than once, Raven." She catches herself barely, barking her elbows on the table, heels skidding on the floor.

"You cannot fight the world. You can only fight me."

[creator_raven]

He has gone very still, heat haze rising from his hands, his skin--

His face.

"I can end you, too, yes?"

That, in itself, would only be another kind of change.

[howling_laugh]

"You can," she pants, holding very still.

"But then you would have no one to fight. And what good would Raven be, without Coyote?"

[creator_raven]

He huffs out a breath, sharp and sudden.

The tails of his coat flutter in a nonexistent breeze.

And then--

"Mostly, I think, not so much good at all, yes?"

He existed before they met.

It was--messy.

[howling_laugh]

"No good at all," Coyote replies, regaining some of her bluster. She adjusts her stance, trying to get more stable, but not pulling away from him completely. Her eyes are still narrowed, but with caution, not anger.

The 'breeze' doesn't touch her. She still feels overheated from when she came in. This little escapade didn't improve things.

[creator_raven]

He huffs out another breath, eyes closing.

Relief? Regret?

Who knows.

"So. It is not so much a surprise, this."

[howling_laugh]

"It never surprises me when you are stupid," she tells him. "Only how you choose to express it." Coyote gives a little shimmy, hoping to extract herself from his grip.

You know, just in case.

"Do you feel a continuing need for violence, or may we sit again?"

[creator_raven]

Raven's smile quirks, half crooked and only half genuinely amused.

"Sitting is, I think, not so bad. If you are not for hitting me again, yes?"

If she does, he makes no promises.

Not that he would anyway.

It is a thing.

He'll let her go in a minute. Really.