Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Yeah, wipe that little smile off your face, Tal.
His protest fell on deaf ears, for the firebrand was already well into emboldened urges and stupefying means. “Oh sure, blame Tanau,” she sneered, food clenched tightly in her hands. The pieces of meat were once again in danger of being thrown, tossed, or lost entirely. “Can’t you take accountability, you dick-,”
The Honeybee’s tirade was cut off by Jack suddenly snagging at her and throwing her over his shoulder. Blinking stupidly, and not really asking for any explanation, she still set her sights of vitriol solely for the courier. Briefly releasing one of her fingers to point at his scowling face, she gave another feral hiss/screech. “And gimme your fucking shoes!”
His protest fell on deaf ears, for the firebrand was already well into emboldened urges and stupefying means. “Oh sure, blame Tanau,” she sneered, food clenched tightly in her hands. The pieces of meat were once again in danger of being thrown, tossed, or lost entirely. “Can’t you take accountability, you dick-,”
The Honeybee’s tirade was cut off by Jack suddenly snagging at her and throwing her over his shoulder. Blinking stupidly, and not really asking for any explanation, she still set her sights of vitriol solely for the courier. Briefly releasing one of her fingers to point at his scowling face, she gave another feral hiss/screech. “And gimme your fucking shoes!”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
