Clay & Justine | In the Dresden Files Canon

[ishisstrength]

[The white court is aptly named. The pristine color marks the mansion in a way that suggests that it is trying very hard to impress. Justine is wearing a white sweater and a short black skirt that shows the length of her lovely pale legs. Her dark hair tumbles in a manageable mass over her shoulder while her dark eyes shine clear and lovely. She looks a little high but otherwise fine.]

Welcome.

[Her voice was soft and earnest.]

I've been sent to greet you. The waiting area is this way. If you'll follow me.

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[ishisstrength]

[Justine stares at him, regarding him with a serious expression. She lightly places a hand on his chest and leans forward, her hair falling in dark waves over either side of her face.]

You break the rules.

[The words were spoken softly against his cheek, softer then a whisper before she lightly placed a kiss against his skin. When she pulled away her dark eyes remained fixed with his. She's curious as to what he will do.]

Patience is important Mr. Young. I promise they will see you soon. [She answers a little louder for the walls to hear.]

[alittlebitofhell]

[Clay smirks, watching her. He wants to take her, sex is a very nice and very welcome distraction, but more than that, he wants to insult his master. He's just a rebel like that. And, with all the atrocities he's committed at the creature's behest, he really just want to watch the withered old corpse squirm.]

I'm really good at breaking rules. Some men just want to watch the world burn, right?

[ishisstrength]

[Clay has a charming smile and while Justine's affections belong to a singular person she can recognize how handsome her current company is. It's a shame that he's connected with the Black Court though she supposed that he'd probably think something similarly about her.

She's been placed here as a distraction, to have the messenger of the Black Court indulge in pleasure over pain and by his own volition.]

And what sort of man are you?

[alittlebitofhell]

The opportunistic kind. [He rolled his shoulder in a shrug.] At least I like to think so. Maybe I'm just the egotistical kind instead.

[He chuckles at his own joke. He doesn't find much enjoyment these days. It was nice to tease someone.] Or deluded. What do you think?

[ishisstrength]

[Justine's smile becomes a little bit more real as she watches him.]

There are plenty of opportunities here you aren't taking. [Her voice is light and teasing but it's obvious what she's talking about.] I don't think the other two are mutually exclusive. Perhaps you share traits of both?

[She lightly presses herself against her side, keeping her voice soft and light. As long as they are teasing, they are safe though it might prolong their time together. Justine knows that Lara will be waiting for the perfect moment to arrive.]

[alittlebitofhell]

[Clay returns her smile with one of his own.]

I don't make a habit of taking advantage of women who don't have a choice in the matter, and I know how these people work.

[ishisstrength]

This is my choice.

[Her choice is influenced by a single member of the White Court but it is still her choice. She doesn't regret or shy away from anything but then she doesn't expect Clay to understand.]

[alittlebitofhell]

[He chuckles sardonically, giving her a gentle shake of his head.]

Maybe they let you think that, or maybe Thomas let's you think that. They're psychic predators, Justine. They eat and they use food. That's it.

[ishisstrength]

I don't expect you to understand Mr. Young.

[She keeps her position against him and her voice low. She's in a very unique position and she needs Thomas as much as he needs her to feed. There is more to the man than simply the monster.]

But know that I am telling you the truth.

[alittlebitofhell]

[Clay nods, not swaying from his opinion, though he's willing to give her a modicum of understanding.]

I know you think you are, and that's exactly where they want both of us.

[He didn't trust vampires, no matter what color they decided to use to describe themselves.]

[ishisstrength]

[Justine studies him for a moment but doesn't pull away. It's easier to speak like this.]

It isn't as you think. Perhaps you're working for the wrong court.

[alittlebitofhell]

That would be any of them.

[He smirks.]

Haven't you heard the fable about the lion and the mouse?

[ishisstrength]

I have but who do you think is the lion.

[She backs up slightly, a light smile continuing to play across her lips. Her eyes still appear hazy but the longer they sit together the more they clear. Justine feels it and wishes that she might be able to return to Thomas's side soon.]

[alittlebitofhell]

[Clay leaned back, noting the change in her appearance and the subtle tension across her shoulders. She was like a junkie starting to pine for her fix. It was pathetic, really.]

That's the Million dollar question, isn't it, but I think you know the answer.

[ishisstrength]

[He doesn't know what emotions linger beneath the surface of her 'fix' and he probably won't know. As she had said, he doesn't understand and he can't.]

Perhaps, perhaps I want you to tell me.

[alittlebitofhell]

Thomas is the lion. [He didn't see a reason to sugarcoat it.] And one day, he's going to get really hungry and eat his little mouse all up.

[ishisstrength]

[The smile on Justine's lips turns to something softer. It's a more earnest expression and with the fading haze it looks more real.]

And when that day comes I'll gladly give myself to my lion. [She pulls away and stands.]

Like I said, I don't expect you to understand.

[She knows that their game is nearing it's end. She can feel it and Clay's words only seal it's finally.]

[alittlebitofhell]

[He frowned, but not in sadness at her plight. He'd seen too much for such feelings. It was more at the state of things, the world in general.]

Yeah. He did a really good job. I bet he got a gold star.