"It has been given enough time to kneel willingly, Dorian." Dahlia says, her voice soft as a cat's paw, her nature just as prone to acts of spontaneous violence. Still, the weight of his gaze is enough to pin her in one place if only for a few seconds, her jaw feathering as she forces her feet to adjust to face him properly when he rises to his feet. "They have run so long the game has become tiresome. Is it not time for our claws to come down?" So saying, her fingers slam down on the desk, leaving deep punctures in the wood from the talons they have warped into.
Glaring at him as the distance between them narrows to less than a breath, Dahlia's lip curls, her hand wrenching back out of the desk. "Ought I apologise for my nature? The very nature that brought us this far?" she asks with a scowl. "Those hotsprings were an oversight. They have to go."
Glaring at him as the distance between them narrows to less than a breath, Dahlia's lip curls, her hand wrenching back out of the desk. "Ought I apologise for my nature? The very nature that brought us this far?" she asks with a scowl. "Those hotsprings were an oversight. They have to go."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
