Jaydrian narrowed her eyes as she walked away from the bomb shelter Cojin had made his home. Cojin. Sami. Cojin. Sami. Cojin /with/ Sami. She handled her anger relatively well, pausing a moment outside where she was to send an enormous explosion of wind to the grass floor, creating a jagged crater, the gust of wind still blowing pieces of land around it. Her gold eyes flickered with the fury she held within her, and she simply walked around the crater to continue into the woods.
Somehow, she had known it all along. She could tell Cojin had a deep affection for the puppet. But she’d tried to deny to herself the thought of Cojin sleeping with him. The thought had always lingered there in her mind, but she’d numbed herself of it, until it was shoved in her face.
Gods, how she hated that puppet. She hated that Cojin saw something in him. Here, all along, /she’d/ been the only one worthy enough of Cojin’s affections. But now he had another. Even if he still loved her dearly, she was not alone now, and that was what she hated most of all about the puppet.
It was foolish to say she hated Cojin. She never could, and she never would. But her anger for him blazed right now. To think. He’d told her, /You/ are my love! Tried to get away with it, the bastard. She’d been such a fool to believe him all this time when the facts were glaring her in the face. She’d spent more than a week with that brat child she hated, while Cojin spent time with the puppet. The only reason she’d stayed was because she couldn’t wait for the child to die. But the moment she had left, /the puppet/ had let the child go, and had he been punished? Hell no, all he got was a right good fucking from Cojin. A right good fucking that belonged to her. She hadn’t gotten her request, and the puppet had been fucked.
The woods were dark and quiet, and Jaydrian sat to rest beside a tree. She wouldn’t let this go. Revenge ran thick in her blood--or whatever it was--too, he should know. Already her mind was whirling around a plan to get back at her brother. Killing the puppet was too direct.
But then...she thought of it. She would use herself. Cojin was viciously possessive, and she knew that. He couldn’t stand for her to be with anyone but him. Well, she thought bitterly, perhaps I should share with him this wonderful feeling. The question now was who. It was had to be someone Cojin hated severly, which wasn’t hard. The problem was, she would most certainly hate whomever it was also. Decisively, she knew she could set aside her hatred enough to seduce. And if they wouldn’t be seduced, she was even better with threats of blackmail. Perhaps she would even let them live after she was done for their cooperation. Perhaps.
Having collected herself and her anger, Jaydrian got to her feet gracefully and headed back towards the hotel. It was time to visit her dear brother. He could perhaps tell her something else helpful to her plot. Cojin had forgotten that she thought like him, and while more subtle, oh yes, she was as vengeful.