inexorable;

          Once flowing hues of wildfire are now entangled with such a           menacing grip that evildoer imposes upon her, breath halted           and cut short into brief, desperate gasps. The claws digging           into the fair neck elicit chokes of RESISTANCE, a set of the           girl’s own nails reaching out to scratch at the offending limb           before them. Had she been a brief second faster, this trap           would have been easily evaded, self-chastising evident in           the pained countenance whilst the sinister tone sent chills           along her physique.

          This woman is no harbinger of death, she is  d e a t h  itself.

          "D-Didn’t know we we’re playin’ —- hide ‘n seek.”

          she anticipates the inevitable retaliation, as any individual with           knowledge on this target's history would, and can only respond           with the firm grip remaining steady, nothing further said as she           relished in the familiar sounds of PAIN, PAIN, & PAIN. only for a           brief moment does this austerity shift, blank mien lasting, but           a flicker of RAGE evident in the earthy pools. the nerve of this           girl angers her, sends her into a silent fury during which her grip           on the slender neck is tightened considerably. such frail digits           resemble an unmatchable VISE, nails deeper in skin while she           makes her level against the girl known.

           ' ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs              ᴏғ    ᴀ     ᴛʀᴜᴇ     ʟᴀᴅʏ,    ʀᴇᴅ,

          "I don’t swim.”

                " sure you do, everyone does. i                   think you just need that little..

          A stagger rearward,

                           physique wrought with rigidity,

                                                                 stupor abounding.

          ❛ Y— … Y-You.. ❜

                     ’ oh man. you should really be more careful with                        that pretty little sword of yours, marcie. i mean,                        you could end up really, really -- ‘

                        weight is forced onto the object pierced into the                         individual's frame, digits wrapped around the hilt                         ever so painfully.

                       ' hurt yourself. now, we don't want that..

          ❛ You really know how to take the fun              out of our time together, don’t you? ❜

                     '            whoops.

          ❛ Listen to me. I know, I know you can hear              them, because I can too, alright? You have              to listen to me, though, I’m more important              than them. Remember that? Mere, I really,              really need you to stop, and focus on me.

                                          Do  n o t listen to them.❜

            ' I am trying.. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm ｔｒｙｉｎｇ. I can't stop,               they're repeating themselves over, and over, and over, and no               matter how much effort I put into blocking them out, they only               get louder, and louder, and louder and if I even stop trying to               block them out for a single second, that'll be their chance,               Marceline, so don't keep telling me to focus on you because

                             I

                                 just

          "Give me.. the present."