glory & gore.

The red head took a sip of her beverage, before she was offering the dark haired female another smile. The eldest Stark was glad to have known the other as long as she had, and she was extremely happy at the sight of the other’s smile. “If you’re sure, I’m not bothering you.” Lily responded, before she was opening up her sketchbook to a blank page and grabbed a pencil posed to draw. “I’m so used to having to explain myself, that I forgot for a moment that I don’t have to.”

Eliza lost her balance as she shoved the guy away from her, grabbing the nearest chair and sinking into it as she glared at him. “Touch me again and I’ll break your goddamn fingers, boy,” she snapped at him. He seemed to believe her, considering he’d stumbled into a table and sent a chair crashing to the floor, bruises already blooming on his chest from her shove. She looked over at Fahima. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to crowd you or anything.”

Snorting at the comment, she clears her throat and nods. “Yeah, we p-probably could! Boy would it be one hell of a baseball team.”