Noe
Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sol seemed interested in the lanterns, which was just as well, because Noe could ramble about the mechanics of various things for hours. As it was, though, her attention was diverted to talk of adventure and cute boys (and girls?). She was nearly done with her lantern anyway, and she began to put the finishing touches on it as she continued to talk. "Definitely!" she gushed. "I mean, fuck it, I need something to do, and I've never really been out of Stormbreak. Adventuring sounds perfect! Just let me know where and when, and I'll be there with bells on."
If a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her she was running away from her responsibilities at home, she ignored it. She was not her father's or her brother's keeper; she'd have to let go of the burden that her mother's death had placed upon her shoulders as the glue that kept the Carpenters together at some point. And if her father needed her help? If her brother wanted her company? Well, that was just too bad for them.
Or that's what she'd tell herself, anyway.
If a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her she was running away from her responsibilities at home, she ignored it. She was not her father's or her brother's keeper; she'd have to let go of the burden that her mother's death had placed upon her shoulders as the glue that kept the Carpenters together at some point. And if her father needed her help? If her brother wanted her company? Well, that was just too bad for them.
Or that's what she'd tell herself, anyway.
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
They say looks can kill and I might try
