Safrin
Safrin's lips purse as she gives her head a shake. What she says next is voiced casually, and yet the implication is anything but. "I meant your swim." She clarifies, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in Maeve's direction. The air between the two seems to grow thick with violet energy as Safrin raises her chin. "Sunjata's betrayal of me...of our child together...the ways in which he has treated you over the years...how endless you must think my patience is. How thick my skin."
Trickling a finger up one of her arms, Safrin presses her nail against her skin where blood instantly blooms. "But it isn't." She hisses as the air cools. "Should there ever be a next time, it will take much more than an apology to earn another chance. Are we understood?"
Trickling a finger up one of her arms, Safrin presses her nail against her skin where blood instantly blooms. "But it isn't." She hisses as the air cools. "Should there ever be a next time, it will take much more than an apology to earn another chance. Are we understood?"
