forgive me, 'cause sometimes i forget
Aisha's mischief was successful, at least a little. The yellow paint didn't spatter the general's head like she hoped it would, but it did slosh across his back. The chill and wince was proof of her work well done, she raised her arms and grinned widely in a drunken victory pose. Hearty laughter, Aisha was perfectly happy in that moment. And so was everyone else it seemed, Deimos was more relaxed than she'd ever seen him, the recently reunited were all over each other, the boy wasn't protesting which she called a win, and there was an ebullient ambiance filling the grounds.
Her target was forgotten, cast aside but finished in all its abstract glory. Certainly that warranted another drink? But no, instead the courtyard of guests was given more instruction. To clean. Aisha screwed up her nose, and all at once decided, eh. Instead she plunged her palm into the remains of the yellow paint in her pale, and went over to Deimos's unfinished target to smack a hand print across it. "There! Perfect," she cooed, beaming back at him.
Aisha is being helpful (?) by helping finish Deimos's target, and has decided cleaning is for suckers.
Her target was forgotten, cast aside but finished in all its abstract glory. Certainly that warranted another drink? But no, instead the courtyard of guests was given more instruction. To clean. Aisha screwed up her nose, and all at once decided, eh. Instead she plunged her palm into the remains of the yellow paint in her pale, and went over to Deimos's unfinished target to smack a hand print across it. "There! Perfect," she cooed, beaming back at him.
Aisha is being helpful (?) by helping finish Deimos's target, and has decided cleaning is for suckers.
i got my own two hands clenched around my neck
AISHA
