drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
Warmer than last year, people kept saying that but Aisha still had a hard time believing temperatures could drop even lower. Her country in her home world was bright and sunny, even in winter they rarely got a sheet of white to blanket the tops of buildings. Here it was all they knew. "Thankful for that then," she replied, giving the shot glass she'd placed down a quick tap on the rim, asking for some more.
Aisha snorted at Neron's endearing analogy. Mold, the unwanted growth that spread and covered. If anything, she was the mold in their relationship, barging into good standing with the stoic man until he could not ignore her anymore. She was ambitious that way, like mold but more pretty and less likely to cause disease. "Like mold," she affirmed with a nod, smiling at the vampiric bartender.
"Come down to the barracks, I could introduce you to him sometime, or we could have our own fun. Mold free," she invited, turning her head as a duo of new customers stumbled in.
Aisha snorted at Neron's endearing analogy. Mold, the unwanted growth that spread and covered. If anything, she was the mold in their relationship, barging into good standing with the stoic man until he could not ignore her anymore. She was ambitious that way, like mold but more pretty and less likely to cause disease. "Like mold," she affirmed with a nod, smiling at the vampiric bartender.
"Come down to the barracks, I could introduce you to him sometime, or we could have our own fun. Mold free," she invited, turning her head as a duo of new customers stumbled in.
AISHA
