Amalia
the shield of safrin
Gods, if he isn't an irksome man. She can see how he was drawn to Sunjata- equally callous and arrogant, she thinks, tightening her grip over her chest. "Cheating is lying," she retorts swiftly to his deflection, indignation clear in her expression and tone. She gestures to Pemota. "And for stealing- how do you think the Voice was able to give you a creature like her? She wasn't made- she was stolen from her home, but I suppose you never thought about that."
The grin returns, driving the Shield to deeper anger, frustration with this man who refuses to take responsibility for a single action he's made. "It's case by case, I'm afraid," she snaps back, annoyed by the idea that she could be in the wrong here. "Though people who, let's see, cheat on their significant others and then sleep with that person's new significant other and then move on to someone else's partner as soon as they die? Definitely high on the list. Tell me, how long did it take you to jump into Sunjata's bed after Maea died? Did you even wait for the sheets to cool?"
A leopardlike smile takes over her features; fangs appear in a wicked snarl, and smoke leaves her nostrils as she leans across the counter toward him. "Or perhaps you were already there before? Does it make it better, knowing that you're hurting others to get what you want?"
The grin returns, driving the Shield to deeper anger, frustration with this man who refuses to take responsibility for a single action he's made. "It's case by case, I'm afraid," she snaps back, annoyed by the idea that she could be in the wrong here. "Though people who, let's see, cheat on their significant others and then sleep with that person's new significant other and then move on to someone else's partner as soon as they die? Definitely high on the list. Tell me, how long did it take you to jump into Sunjata's bed after Maea died? Did you even wait for the sheets to cool?"
A leopardlike smile takes over her features; fangs appear in a wicked snarl, and smoke leaves her nostrils as she leans across the counter toward him. "Or perhaps you were already there before? Does it make it better, knowing that you're hurting others to get what you want?"
we drink the poison our mind pours for us
and wonder why we feel so sick
and wonder why we feel so sick
