"Hush my darling, hush. You will never fix their hearts with such tiny, timid hands, [i]non![/i] You must be bold, yes! You must be fierce, yes yes!"

Marianne licks her lips suggestively and caresses Daisy's cheek with a gentleness that can only be described as sisterly. When she grabs the paddle, she takes the smaller girl by the wrist and squeezes the fingers until her grip is just so. Her other arm slinks around the waist and braces Daisy'e leg.

"There, you see? When you strike..." she draws Daisy's arm back, "You take away their anger~"

They swat together, against the thigh of the Annunaki who'd been trying to scare Daisy into submission. Whatever her name was. Whack! Whack whack! Marianne guides the wrist and gives the blows the proper force, the kind that cows and shushes. The kind that leaves marks, but does not shatter or maim. It's the line where Daisy can feel the fight go out of her 'Mistress' without being made to take her place?

Marianne barks with laughter as she watches the aggressive leering turn to whimpers, and then begging.

"They will not be mad, little flower. My Accomplice. They will not make a peep after this, [i]non, non![/i] They understand. They know there will be much worse for them than these gentle love taps if they displease me, yes. They are afraid of Ma-Ri-Ann. You are not theirs anymore, [i]chérie.[/i] You are mine. Say it. Feel it. And then play with these toys properly, yes?"

***

It's a favorite game of Marianne's to startle her companions as much as possible when she comes to see them. Today that means bursting out of the dark corner of a wall that Set has been resting against and wrapping her arms possessively around her partner while flashing that red soaked grin of hers right into Set's pretty face. 

"[i]Ça va?"[/i] she asks before she grabs her fellow thief behind the head and kisses each cheek in greeting. 

She slides out of the wall like she's a thing melting out of the surface of it, snaking her way through the air with a playful jingle and draping herself all over the diminutive phantom thief. Ah, to play! To know before she looks that her sworn sister will show her nothing but resolve in her eyes. Faith, this is called. Or love, perhaps. [i]Je taime, Set.[/i]

"We gather this day to mourn our darling Canada," she says with casual disinterest, "Whose heart is so twisted up inside she cannot see the shape of the world she lives in. She is doomed, yes. Doomed to die. I have seen it. [i]C'est le guerre, n'est-ce pas?"[/i]

She chuckles, and the grip around Set's shoulders tightens.