an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Her voice has him seizing, half turning, before the press of that wretched body covers him, the cold bite of claws pricking his flesh. Feeling bile rise in his throat and his jaw almost creak with the effort of clenching it so tightly, Ronin swallows it down and manages half an inhale before she continues. And she manages to stay his silver tongue with every lick of venom that drips from her lips into his ear, rage blazing in his blue eyes that mingles with blatant confusion.
When had Flora met with Dahlia? And why?
Managing a full and shivering breath just as the Reaper makes an outright threat to his family, he follows the subtle turn of her head further into Haulani. "What are you talking about?" he hisses, his voice tight. His family are conveniently in one place? Unclenching his fists and resisting the urge to pull his hands from his pockets, his mind races to consider what he might do. "What the fuck do you want?" he whispers.
When had Flora met with Dahlia? And why?
Managing a full and shivering breath just as the Reaper makes an outright threat to his family, he follows the subtle turn of her head further into Haulani. "What are you talking about?" he hisses, his voice tight. His family are conveniently in one place? Unclenching his fists and resisting the urge to pull his hands from his pockets, his mind races to consider what he might do. "What the fuck do you want?" he whispers.
RONIN
