⛧ @dogstrays attempts to stab iola.
warm and wet and red seeps from whiteknuckled grasp ⸻ knife caught ’fore it plunges ’tween ribs ⸻ and now, with its grip firm and patience ever waning, lilias dares push back upon the blade; by it drives she the hilt toward heather, step taken by which to enclose entirely the little space lain between them. “ as much as i admire your ambition, i worry you’re lacking in strategy. would you like another stab at it, heather? ” so uninjured hand rises to slot itself o’er hip, shaken, whilst the other begins to loosen from blade. “ make it count. ”
