“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
" huh- !? " a smack to another hand, one that only hopes to aid. it isn't safe, it isn't TRUTH. there is ulterior motives behind those who extend their grace. skin stuck to muscle twists, it stings, flinches. this undeniable rage makes a dog bite back on instinct - ( not everyone wants to harm thee, most have pure intention ) a voice whispered ﹠ another said otherwise. introducing such fear, such anxiety that the wounded struggles over. violet brought palm to face upward, looking down at it in disgust. the same fist that harmed dearest sister; they've always been the monster.
intense gaze shifts back toward the woman in their presence; two steps taken back. hands shoved into pockets, the fighter spat ﹠ as quickly as their eyes had met, they become averted. an aggression behind every movement in body, " yeah, well [ ⋯ ] I DIDN'T ASK FOR HELP. i'm not a god damn baby. not everyone needs you t' take care of 'em, 'lena. "
