I’M HEADIN’ THE WRONG WAY; I’M A TRAINWRECK / scarlet stained fabric marks injury. previously slashed; quickly mended. tongue tuts and attention strays where something captures interest. arising, through ash and smoke; an undying being. intriguing. ❝ how annoying. ❞ she pauses; poised brow steadily arches. ❝ when will you learn to die hard? ❞ some snarky comment easily dismissed by the queen. action; unfortunately, incapable of neglecting. serene oculars roll heavenward and manicured fingertips tighten around obtained lover’s blade. ❝ now, that’s no way to treat a lady .. royalty; nonetheless. ❞ pivoting, she faces the masked vigilante. jagged teeth protruding from the jawbone extends / pointing toward the ground. ❝ i think the appropriate action is to kneel. ❞
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she doesn’t DIE easily, does she? how many times had twin blades pierced flesh, leaving stains of CRIMSON in their wake? how many bullets had he wasted on her only to see her standing seemingly untouched if it weren’t for the numerous slashes and bullet holes. what the hell was she? a pain in the ass, for one. lucky for HIM, he didn’t know how to die easily, either. rising from the debris and dirt, glove-clad hands idly brush off crimson suit from the ash that clung; the merc breathing a sigh as he paid her a glance. ❝ you’re one to talk, lady------ all this bloodshed and STILL you’re standing. ❞ it was impressive, to say the very least ( not that he’d openly admit so ).
❝ ------and.. royalty ? of WHAT ? ❞ and kneeling? before the enemy? he’s almost tempted to humour her with the idea of actually doing as suggested, but he’ll digress. ❝ ACTUALLY, can we time-out on the whole royalty shtick for a minute and talk about that.. THING you’re holding ? what poor animal did you mutilate for its JAW ? and why the jaw of all things ? ❞
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