Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Cordelia was fast. Very fast. Except the kitchen was small and there wasn't much room to maneuver. He catches her wrist and his hand comes down in her hair, smearing the butter through her chestnut strands, making her shriek indignantly. "You little shit!" Her voice a mixture of outrage and laughter as she glares back at him.
She doesn't have a pun for him this time, grabbing her own handful of butter as she whirls around, smearing the buttery handful across his cheek and managing to get some into his nose. "I knew frostbite was a thing, but I didn't know butter bite existed." Cordelia snickers, taking a few steps back to put some space between them.
She doesn't have a pun for him this time, grabbing her own handful of butter as she whirls around, smearing the buttery handful across his cheek and managing to get some into his nose. "I knew frostbite was a thing, but I didn't know butter bite existed." Cordelia snickers, taking a few steps back to put some space between them.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
