[ eyes flash gold for a one short moment, old words sitting on the tip of her tongue. they almost come lose and bring chaos down upon the revelry. almost.
she forces herself to swallow them and breathe. ]
You best keep your eyes front, else your run into something less kind then I. [ and she is no longer kind. ]
no subject
she forces herself to swallow them and breathe. ]
You best keep your eyes front, else your run into something less kind then I. [ and she is no longer kind. ]