girls can be dangerous and still win
Her brows furrowed slightly as misunderstandings came into play – because they’d had a long and lengthy discussion about how he’d think about himself. About becoming better, doing things that mattered to him.
So now it was just…about inebriation.
Her expression emphasized a whole of unimpressed endeavors, glancing at him up and down as if trying to puzzle through the decision making, before rolling her eyes and moving away from the treats, suddenly either disappointed or dismayed by the answer. “Why, I guess? What’s the point of putting it off?” Sure, he could go and get drunk and have other people merrily lose their shit on drugs – and if that was some sort of end goal for Frey and whatever else influenced his decision making, far be it from her to strive and make a point. In one ear and out the other. That part of her uncle remained unchanged.
Maneuvering towards another stall and trying not to let the frustration seep outward – a constant reminder that it was his life and not hers – she only just then noticed the cake pop offering, all bee-shaped and cute. Narrowing her eyes, she took it, suspicious and mulish, before plopping it into her mouth and listening as her teeth hit honeyed confections. “Well, that’s good at least,” she answered from the side of her mouth.
So now it was just…about inebriation.
Her expression emphasized a whole of unimpressed endeavors, glancing at him up and down as if trying to puzzle through the decision making, before rolling her eyes and moving away from the treats, suddenly either disappointed or dismayed by the answer. “Why, I guess? What’s the point of putting it off?” Sure, he could go and get drunk and have other people merrily lose their shit on drugs – and if that was some sort of end goal for Frey and whatever else influenced his decision making, far be it from her to strive and make a point. In one ear and out the other. That part of her uncle remained unchanged.
Maneuvering towards another stall and trying not to let the frustration seep outward – a constant reminder that it was his life and not hers – she only just then noticed the cake pop offering, all bee-shaped and cute. Narrowing her eyes, she took it, suspicious and mulish, before plopping it into her mouth and listening as her teeth hit honeyed confections. “Well, that’s good at least,” she answered from the side of her mouth.
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
