she tells me, mama you look lovely when you take a stand
They have, Aisha's own eyes widen a bit at this, wondering where they'd gotten it and who from. She inched a bit closer, watching Osozo finish their drink and following the red of their eyes. Red was not a promising sign, but an omen. It swept upon her like the reaper, a cloth that darkened her gaze and cut the tension she'd been carrying with her. She knew now how well their preparations had been executed, how effective her hard work had been. It was for naught, blood stained the grounds regardless.
What a wicked game they'd played, back at the beginning of Deepfrost. A presage to her death, though surely not carried through by the young women with fiery hair. This murder felt like a failure, and Aisha sunk into it as she stared back at Osozo.
A few moments passed before she broke from her thoughts, and snagged a drink from a drunk dancer nearby. She threw back the shot, then passed the glass to another intoxicated man, "Fuck," she murmered back to Osozo.
What a wicked game they'd played, back at the beginning of Deepfrost. A presage to her death, though surely not carried through by the young women with fiery hair. This murder felt like a failure, and Aisha sunk into it as she stared back at Osozo.
A few moments passed before she broke from her thoughts, and snagged a drink from a drunk dancer nearby. She threw back the shot, then passed the glass to another intoxicated man, "Fuck," she murmered back to Osozo.
AISHA
