closer than a friend, I can be your enemy

shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded

unhinge your jaw —

He loves to hear himself talk, it sounds like to her. And it is evident as everything else that he doesn’t want to listen, to understand, the point of going and talking to the Voice completely missed. So fine, let her be the monster he portrays her, of stealing away lives and dreams, of ruining everything for everyone else.

She absolutely could ruin him if she wanted to.

And she teeters on the fact of that while she half listens to him speak, a smirk curving the corners of her lips up. “Oh is that so? How do your fellow Halovian’s like you if all you’re running into are us outsiders?” She questions, pushing herself closer to where she may or may not brush up against him with a sharp breath. “And if that’s the case, and you know you’re your own worst enemy, then go for it. Nobody cares, you’re right.” She snaps, creating some distance between them to pull her arm back and fly another fist toward him, this time applying a bit more precision and weight behind it.

That deep part of her that cries for blood lust and vengeance sings, and she lets it free.

— go for the throat

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