AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
The response from the general did bring some humor to her face. She hadn't realized that she'd been clenching her jaw, that it'd only made the headache worse. Anger would do that to you, pull you somewhere destructive that you're hardly aware of. Zuriel brushed against her shoulder, reminding her that she was still there for comfort, and the child from her memories let her go for just a moment, letting her relax into the present.
"I think I'm done with targets, for a while," she chuckled, sickness in her throat scratching as she did. Back before the curse, when Deepfrost wasn't so constant in her body, they'd partied and celebrated. They'd painted and been so warm. She'd made her enemy target a rival, not a true enemy. She wasn't sure if creating him would've been the best idea, emotional memories dredged up and tossed about. She'd rather see the owl.
"What was your target?" she asked, turning to him now for anecdotes, if he was willing.
"I think I'm done with targets, for a while," she chuckled, sickness in her throat scratching as she did. Back before the curse, when Deepfrost wasn't so constant in her body, they'd partied and celebrated. They'd painted and been so warm. She'd made her enemy target a rival, not a true enemy. She wasn't sure if creating him would've been the best idea, emotional memories dredged up and tossed about. She'd rather see the owl.
"What was your target?" she asked, turning to him now for anecdotes, if he was willing.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
