KOMAND'R

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       ”You’d be surprised. Anyway—who’re you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around        in Jump before. Though, you do kinda look a lot like someone I know.”

       ( i’m blackfire-- you know my little sister? ) 

       ”—Uh, yeah. I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but        I don’t exactly do the whole ‘evil’ thing anymore.”

    an eyebrow would raise.          ( you don’t seem the type anyways. )

                          — he‘s not who you think, which is so                                                                     unfortunate                                                                      [ for you ].

     she could tell right away he was a     beast. those eyes were piercing, but      there she stood-- almost casually.     komand’r wasn’t ignorant though.            ( you seem tense. ) 

Dear Rara, first of all, how could you? 

   sorry??? u love my angst tho?

“—No.”                                         She could feel the flair of pink optics. The way                                           her arms throbbed and shook with ill intent.                                          Was she truly mad at Blackfire? Or was she                                    simply masking her own disappointment in herself?                Don’t look at her.                                                     Don’t give her the power.

     ( let me tell you something about        the real world, jinx. )           flaming violet eyes narrowed, her own          emotions coming to fruition. there was            no pang in her chest though-- she knew          her truth. komand’r breathed deeply,           taking a step away from the glass for          she feared she would crush it.     ( you need to know who you are.        pretending to be this titan, this        goody goody girl-- it’s going to       be your downfall. even i can        see just how hard you’re trying       and so can everyone else. )               weakness. it was the one trait she hated              the most. weak people were see through,               transparent, irrelevant. bugs to be crushed.              accepting who she was turned out to be                the best thing for her. even if she didn’t               always like it.           ( people know who i am. i am            a born leader-- a fighter. a            queen. i’m not pretending.             this is ME. )   ( who are you jinx? and why are you     trying so hard? )

“Very well. I… Should hope you enjoy yourself…” Of course, she would be keeping an eye on her.

    her expression softened just a bit.    she sometimes wished it wasn’t like     this, but there was really no changing    it at this point.           ( i think i’ll stick by you. )    it had been a while since they really spoke  and she was going to need somewhere to stay.