The auction was almost worse than the inspections. She'd been pinched and prodded and then left to stand as the tensions mounted and the bidding to end. It was fierce for a while, but Gabriel had won in the end. So at least she probably wasn't going to be left to be property of some stranger in a time where civil liberties had no real meaning. At least she wasn't going to be branded like some animal.
She almost collapsed in relief when the whole thing ended, but it didn't stop there, instead she was given some scratchy material in a tunic of sorts that left most of her legs bare. No shoes, either, but then, she wasn't that important, apparently. While a part of her wanted to try to grab the archangel by the arm and drag him off somewhere safe, that would probably be bad. So instead she waited, watching him with an air of defiance she couldn't quite keep off her expression. He may have bought her, but that ownership wasn't going to change the way she'd act. "Well, Trickster?"
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Date: 2016-03-28 10:46 pm (UTC)From:She almost collapsed in relief when the whole thing ended, but it didn't stop there, instead she was given some scratchy material in a tunic of sorts that left most of her legs bare. No shoes, either, but then, she wasn't that important, apparently. While a part of her wanted to try to grab the archangel by the arm and drag him off somewhere safe, that would probably be bad. So instead she waited, watching him with an air of defiance she couldn't quite keep off her expression. He may have bought her, but that ownership wasn't going to change the way she'd act. "Well, Trickster?"