03-03-2023, 11:37 AM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
she snarled as he spoke but when he touched her her expression seemed to soften. before what was her drunken rage causing her to lash out again, snapping for him to get away from her. her claws lacerated his skin, drawing blood, and he let out a harsh hiss, the flames on his back exploding into a wonderful supernova of red and orange.
she stumbled away from him and he watched her movements with a scowl. why should he care indeed? her voice had been raised, an uncomfortably loud thing breaking whatever silence once lingered here. he advanced on her again, ignoring the blood that dotted the ground as he moved. "i fucking care because i fucking care about you, you fucking idiot!" his response was equally as loud and by the time he was finished his large frame had cornered her against a tree, giving her no option other than to look at him. anger burned in his optics, fuelled by the fire dancing on his skin. "i fucking care, red, and i'm not watching you crumble if i can fucking help it." his breathing was ragged. he didn't want to see anyone like this, let alone her. ever since she had leapt in with him during the monthly meeting he had observed her differently, like she held a weigh of importance to the lion's life.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
she snarled as he spoke but when he touched her her expression seemed to soften. before what was her drunken rage causing her to lash out again, snapping for him to get away from her. her claws lacerated his skin, drawing blood, and he let out a harsh hiss, the flames on his back exploding into a wonderful supernova of red and orange.
she stumbled away from him and he watched her movements with a scowl. why should he care indeed? her voice had been raised, an uncomfortably loud thing breaking whatever silence once lingered here. he advanced on her again, ignoring the blood that dotted the ground as he moved. "i fucking care because i fucking care about you, you fucking idiot!" his response was equally as loud and by the time he was finished his large frame had cornered her against a tree, giving her no option other than to look at him. anger burned in his optics, fuelled by the fire dancing on his skin. "i fucking care, red, and i'm not watching you crumble if i can fucking help it." his breathing was ragged. he didn't want to see anyone like this, let alone her. ever since she had leapt in with him during the monthly meeting he had observed her differently, like she held a weigh of importance to the lion's life.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years & 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years & 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
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I AM THE DEVIL, SON OF A WARRIOR