forgive me, 'cause sometimes i forget
Her dummy was good, which was a welcome surprise. This is the best you've ever looked, she thought as she looked over the owl-like artwork. It was amusing, and comforting in a way, to be able to imagine a piece of her home world here in Halo. Even if it was just a rival from the past.
Deimos seemed to agree on the quality, appraising her artwork worth two drinks rather than one. She was no seamstress, but she could paint a nice feather. Aisha grinned, "Thank you," with a slight humph to her tone. That's more like it, the woman retrieved her next two refills and tossed them back, counting three for the night and washing it down with some bread. Her eyes were wider now, movement sprinkled in molasses. Tipsy, but she could do more.
Next they would be re-stuffing targets. Aisha sighed, once again she was pitted against the strings and needles. But she'd do her best, because fuck it all if she didn't leave plastered. She grabbed one and started ripping the seams, ready to fill and suture it back up in the end.
Deimos seemed to agree on the quality, appraising her artwork worth two drinks rather than one. She was no seamstress, but she could paint a nice feather. Aisha grinned, "Thank you," with a slight humph to her tone. That's more like it, the woman retrieved her next two refills and tossed them back, counting three for the night and washing it down with some bread. Her eyes were wider now, movement sprinkled in molasses. Tipsy, but she could do more.
Next they would be re-stuffing targets. Aisha sighed, once again she was pitted against the strings and needles. But she'd do her best, because fuck it all if she didn't leave plastered. She grabbed one and started ripping the seams, ready to fill and suture it back up in the end.
i got my own two hands clenched around my neck
AISHA
